Sunday morning was quite traumatic for me. I got a new litter box (The Booda Dome is great -- thanks for telling me about it Rufus!) so my old one was cleaned out and sitting by the stairs waiting to be taken out to the Dumpster. I was running around the apartment in full force. I was especially hyper and moving at top speed. I spied the litter box and decided to jump into it. I took a running leap...and then it started to move. Not just a little. No, the whole thing tipped down and before I knew what was happening I was sledding down the stairs in my litter box. I was scared and kept trying to get my legs under me so I could jump out. I managed to get out of the litter box right before it crash landed against the door. I flew back up the stairs and under the couch. Frank, who had seen the entire thing, could barely stop laughing long enough to tell Jen what happened. It was awful. I thought it was cool when Goldie went sledding, but that didn't mean I wanted to try it. There are no pictures of the ordeal, but I will leave you today with a picture of the stairs. It's enough to give you nightmares!
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