The players: Stereo cabinet. In the early 70's, when stereos were very popular, my father built one. He painstakingly patterned, cut pieces of wood, and veneered this beautiful cabinet with the speakers the right width apart for quality sound. When we moved mom, we took the cabinet for sentimental reasons.
Bobby: Some of you may recall that Bobby was abandoned, and living in the car port of the post office. He jumped in my car, and instantly became a permanent member of our family.
Fresh Step Kitty Litter: I asked Ken to pick some up as we were running out, and he obliged. Unfortunately, he picked up four 30 lb. bags, of regular, not scoop-able as with 4 cats I need. So let me set the scene. I wake up this morning, to find that Bobby has decided he is no longer housebroke. Ah yes. Our 65 lb. border with a HUGE bladder peed and pooped all over the floor in front of the stereo. I clean the defecation, and yell to Ken for the rest. Mr. Know it All decides a piece of paper towel will clean up the Hoover Dam burst all over my floor. Your kidding right!? So out came the kitty litter. Spread all over the floor, sops up everything, move the cabinet, more kitty litter, sweep it up, scrub the floor down, and done! So Bobby, as mad as I am that you did this, the up side? I only have three bags of kitty litter to use. Thank God for blood pressure medication!
