*sniff sniff* Uh oh. My keen sense of smell is telling me it would probably be best if I didn’t go in there…
. . . I’d rather sniff a canine’s behind than do my business in there!
Wrinkly One, there seems to be a problem.
And I am going to sit here and yowl pitiously like the poor, tortured animal I am until you get up and fix it. I hope for both our sakes you make the right choice.
…Good two-legger. Now, about this sandbox situation…
No, no, not the food dish! …Though, since you are up and looking lost in your own den, if you could be a dear and take care of that as well…
…The Queen’s two-legger is much too hard to get out of her warm comfy place in such dire situations. I really need to speak with my mate about giving her two-legger better training… Now, speaking of training, the sandbox–
Nyaack, no! Wrong bad smells, Wrinkly One!
…And then you get distracted with your plaything! You have a worse attention span than my kittens! Look, Wrinkly One, this isn’t hard. Just go into the giant water bowl’s den, and fix the sandbox. It’s not exactly like we have any alternatives, here. The cold white stuff is back. I don’t see you pawing the ground around your leafy things when the ground is this cold and stiff! So either you get your tail-end inside and fix the sandbox, or you are going to have four felines piddling on all your favorite comfy places and any pieces of your body coverings that you leave on the floor. What’s it going to be?
…That’s what I thought.
Oooh… I can squeeze in unnoticed, just between the den opening and the Wrinkly One’s legs…
Mwahahaha, the sandbox is all mine!
Nyaaaaaaaaaah… sweet, sweet, fresh sand. And no mate or kits to ruin it yet!
What are you all doing? You’re too late! Too late! I got to the sandbox first! Me! Meeeee!
…And rightfully so, I might add! You think a grand hunter like myself would let another cat swoop in on the kill after I’d done all the work wounding the prey? …I don’t think so. Let that be a lesson to you, kittens. Persistence is the key!
SENNA: Do you really have to let that old catlady in here while I’m getting tattooed? Doesn’t that break privacy policies? Not to mention is a bit unsanitary? I mean… she brought her cat!
HETTY: What do you think Pickles, Momma could totally rock a black cat navel tat like that one, right?
PICKLES: . . .
HETTY: Don’t give me that look, of course I’m not too old!
GUSSIE: Eh, fer the money we saved not puttin’ doors ‘n the studio, it were well worth it! The town crazies are full o’ inspiration fer th’ best tat design idears…
SENNA: Mother, I should’ve listened to you about getting a tattoo!