I have determined which gamble was unnecessary. It was the used catbox. The thing is huge--with a wierd "privacy tent" thing that takes up about as much space as a small coffee table. It is very noisy--so noisy that Pixel is afraid of it. However, Pixel is afraid of noises that humans can't even hear. How's that for neurosis perfected? And, worst of all, the thing STINKS like you would not believe. There are those among you who may be muttering: "Ha! I could have told you that." Well, now I have empirically determined this to be a true fact (unlike many of the "facts" being used to determine domestic and foreign policy). I was taken for a ride by the scoundrel on Craigslist (www.craigslist.org -- check it out).
So, today when I get home, the catbox will be disappeared--like a political dissident--never to be heard of (or smelled of) again. Yay. No more unnecessary gambles for me.
In other news, the mail order cat tree is going to be delivered today. Film at 11....
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