Kitty Poo Club Day

cardboard litter box set up in front of striped curtains and on brown rug

The Usual Morning Routine

Most mornings follow a predictable pattern: feed, scoop, give treats, then retreat for a nap. Zoomies are optional but usually included if someone uses the litter box right after breakfast. Banner and Balboa know this schedule by heart. When I finish scooping, I can always count on them sitting like furry statues in the living room, waiting for their treats.

When the Monthly Routine Changes

Once a month, everything shifts. The Kitty Poo Club box arrives, and I drag it inside (literally — it’s heavy). With three fresh litter boxes, it’s more than just a quick scoop. It’s open the box, assemble the new trays, carry each one to its proper location, pour in the fresh litter, then deal with the old boxes.

My Box‑of‑Poop Phobia

I scoop the poop out before sealing the old boxes with tape and re‑boxing them. That step is just me being phobic. I can carry a bag of poop, but a box of poop? No thank you.

The Cats Know Exactly What’s Happening

Here’s the funny part: Banner and Balboa know exactly what’s happening, and they hold their poop until the new boxes are ready.

As soon as I swap out the first box, there’s a stampede to see who gets to christen it. Whoever wins gets the first poop. The loser trots off to the bedroom and sits politely beside Box #2, waiting his turn. Once Box #2 is set up, he hops in and does his business. I guess it’s their way of marking territory.

Why We Use Three Litter Boxes

The third box is the “extra” box. I’ve always followed the recommendation of one more box than cats: two cats = three boxes. That way there’s no waiting, no fights, and almost never an accident.

A Flashback to My Three‑Cat Household

Years ago, when I had three cats, I used three regular plastic boxes and one automatic litter box a neighbor gave me. My tuxedo cat claimed that automatic box as his personal royal privy. He guarded it and refused to let the others near it. Some cats take their bathroom politics very seriously.

 

A Longer Month Means Grumpy Cats

This month was a long one between checks — five weeks instead of four — so I had to delay the Kitty Poo delivery. Judging from how fast Banner and Balboa raced to the fresh litter, I think they were unimpressed with that extra week. They probably compared it to us using a porta‑potty or a gas station restroom. You all know exactly what I mean.

Back on Track With Kitty Poo Club

But we’re back on track now with a regular four‑week delivery. I do love Kitty Poo Club. Disposable litter boxes are so much easier than stinky plastic ones — and clearly, Banner and Balboa approve

Disclosure

This post includes an affiliate link. If you use it, I may earn a small commission — which Banner and Balboa assure me should go toward maintaining their monthly “fresh box” tradition. Thanks for supporting my little corner of the internet.

 

WMEO‑9 BREAKING NEWS- ANOTHER BEAR ATTACK!

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WMEO‑9 BREAKING NEWS

Follow‑Up to Sunday’s Post: When Wildlife Pays the Price for Human–Wildlife Encounters

A starving bear entered a senior woman’s home through an unlatched window and swiped at her before bolting back out the same way. Wildlife officials quickly labeled the incident an “attack,” but the bear’s behavior shows panic, not aggression.

Drought, wildfires, and the fall feeding drive known as hyperphagia pushed the bear to search for food anywhere it could. The woman will fully recover. Wildlife officers are now tracking the bear with plans to euthanize it.

  
A black bear sits at a wooden picnic table with its front legs resting on the tabletop, creating a humorous, human‑like pose in a natural outdoor setting.

🐾 Banner’s Official Statement

WMEO Senior Field Correspondent, Sunbeam Division

“Look… if a bear comes through a window because humans dried out the forest and burned half its pantry, maybe don’t blame the bear. If I were starving, I’d go through a window too. I go through doors now and I’m not even starving.

Also, calling it ‘aggressive’ after one swipe? Please. Balboa swipes me ten times a day and nobody sends wildlife officers after him.”

🐾 Balboa’s Official Statement

WMEO Chief Dramatic Analyst, Blanket Affairs

“I swear, humans panic over everything. A bear walks in, realizes it made a mistake, and leaves. That’s not aggression — that’s me when the vacuum turns on.

If anyone should be labeled aggressive, it’s whoever decided the bear should be hunted. I’d hiss at them. Loudly.”

Banner and Balboa reporting for WMEO 9- We Meow, You Listen

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When Wildlife Pays the Price for Human–Wildlife Encounters

 

A brown bear stands among dense reddish‑brown autumn shrubs, reaching its nose toward the branches while foraging.

A Headline That Never Gets Easier

Every so often, a headline pops up that makes me stop what I’m doing and sit with it for a moment. This week it was the story out of Colorado: a bear euthanized after attacking a fisherman. It’s the kind of headline we’ve all seen before, and it never gets easier to read. And by the way, the angler was hospitalized with non‑life‑threatening injuries and is expected to recover. The bear wasn’t given that chance.

Whenever wildlife and humans intersect, the situation is fraught with danger. Sometimes humans behave recklessly. Sometimes animals react instinctively and sometimes no one does anything “wrong” at all — it’s simply a moment where two worlds collide, and the animal is the one who pays the ultimate price.

Not Every Encounter Is Human-Caused — But the Consequences Always Fall on the Animal

It’s easy to blame humans for every wildlife incident, and sometimes that blame is deserved. But it’s not always that simple. I’ve had encounters where humans were absolutely the problem, and others where the animal reacted to something as small and unintentional as the color of my rental car. And I’ve had moments where neither side provoked anything — we simply surprised each other.

The common thread is this: the animal is punished for the encounter, no matter who or what caused it.

The Yellowstone Bison Who Was Just Being a Bison

A few years ago, a tourist in Yellowstone was attacked by a bison. The headlines were dramatic, but the park rangers made a point of saying the bison would not be euthanized. It wasn’t aggressive or dangerous. It was simply being a bison — defending its space the way bison have done for thousands of years.

That decision stuck with me. It was one of the rare times the animal wasn’t blamed for behaving exactly as nature designed it to.

The Old Faithful Selfie That Could Have Gone Very WrongBison

Contrast that with another Yellowstone moment I witnessed at Old Faithful. A lone bison was grazing near the geyser, minding its own business. A teenage tourist decided she needed a selfie with it and approached from behind — close enough to touch it.

She got her picture. She also got lucky.

That bison was feeling mellow. If it hadn’t been, we would have had a very different headline. And if anything had happened, the bison would have been blamed and likely euthanized, even though it was the human who created the danger.

 

The Tree Bear and the Crowd That Pushed Me Forward

Then there was the little bear sitting in a tree right next to the road. I had a long lens and didn’t need to get close, but the crowd behind me kept pushing forward, nudging me closer and closer to the bear so I could “get the shot.”

That bear could have been down out of that tree in seconds. If it had felt threatened, if someone had moved wrong, if the crowd had surged — that bear would have reacted instinctively.

And the rangers would have come, and the bear would have been killed.

But the bear didn’t do anything wrong. It was just being a bear.

The Black Rental Car and the Territorial BisonGetting ready to pass by

And then there’s the encounter that had nothing to do with human recklessness at all.

I was trapped in traffic on a Yellowstone road, nowhere to go, when two bison suddenly charged my car. My black rental must have triggered their territorial instinct — bison don’t have great eyesight, and something about that color set them off.

Their hoofbeats thundered behind me as they chased my car down the road. I wasn’t close to them, and I hadn’t interacted with them at all — they reacted purely on instinct.It was simply a moment where wildlife reacted the way wildlife reacts.

If they had reached the car, if they had injured me, if anything had gone wrong — those bison would have been blamed. Not because they were dangerous, but because they were wild.

The Grizzly Bear: A Moment That Could Have Gone Either Way

In Grand Teton National Park, I was hiking — and in that park, every trail is bear country. I turned a corner and suddenly found myself face to face with a grizzly. We both froze. We both startled. And then, mercifully, the bear turned back the way it came.

I headed straight for the parking lot. That was close enough for one day.

Neither of us did anything wrong. We simply surprised each other. But if that bear had reacted differently, if instinct had taken over, if fear had turned into defense — the bear would have been the one to die for it.

The Bull Moose Who Needed a Moment to Decide

Another time, hiking to a waterfall in Maine, I surprised a bull moose and a cow. The female slipped quietly into the forest. The bull didn’t. He stared me down first — a long, assessing look — before he too disappeared into the trees.

Moose are enormous, unpredictable animals. If he had charged, it would have been catastrophic. And yet, again, neither of us did anything wrong. We simply crossed paths in a place where both of us had a right to be.

The Colorado Bear: A Familiar, Heartbreaking Pattern

Which brings me back to the bear in Colorado.

The fisherman may have startled the bear, or it may have been stressed, hungry, or defending a food source. It could also have been nothing more than a moment where both were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We’ll never know the full story. But we do know how it ended: the bear was euthanized.

Not because it was a monster. Not because it was malicious. But because it was a bear — and bears don’t understand our rules.

The Wildness We Keep Shrinking

Every time we kill a wild animal for doing what wild animals do, we shrink the wildness left in the world. We make nature smaller, safer, more controlled — and less alive.

Human–wildlife encounters will always be dangerous. Danger can come from humans, from animals, or simply from the unpredictable reality of sharing space with creatures who don’t speak our language.

But the tragedy is always the same: the animal pays the price for the intersection.

And that’s what makes these headlines so hard to read.

 

 

 

 

 

Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day

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In Memory of Mr. Jazz Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day was created by author Deborah Barnes in honor of her beloved cat, Mr. Jazz, who passed on August 28, 2013. It’s a day to remember the pets who touched our lives and left pawprints on our hearts.

Today we honor the pets who shared our homes, our routines, and our hearts. Pet loss is a grief that cuts deeply. They become family, and when they’re gone, the silence they leave behind is enormous. Many people say they mourned a pet more than a person — and while that can feel uncomfortable to admit, it’s true for many of us. We love them fiercely, and we lose them fiercely. And still, we adopt again. Because love is worth the risk.

My Rainbow Bridge Roll Call

Mittens – My first cat. Black with white paws, and the beginning of it all.

Squinty – A semi‑feral, long‑haired, scruffy stray… but I loved him anyway.

Starsky and Hutch – A matched pair of white cats with black ears and black caps on their heads.

Shadow – A polydactyl adventurer who loved car rides and terrorized every squirrel in the neighborhood.

Pyewacket – The sweetest little black‑and‑white kitty.

Little Joe – A rescued Persian, loyal right to the end.

Smoky – Saved from animal control and a hoarding situation. Declawed, poor thing, but still gentle and sweet.

Buddy – My boomerang cat. I tried to re‑home him three times, but he kept coming back. He wanted to be with me — and he was, until he passed.

Rocky – My first orange cat. A very special boy. We were together almost 20 years, and his passing left a hole in my heart.

Each one gone, each one remembered. All of them loved.

And beyond the cats…

There were dogs who wagged their way into my life, a parakeet who filled quiet mornings with chatter, and even a horse whose steady presence taught me patience and trust. Each one left their own mark, but the cats — oh, the cats — have always been the constant thread through my years.

The Present Moment

Banner and Balboa are here now — six years old already, somehow. Half their lives lived, half still ahead.

A Wish for You

If you’ve recently lost a pet — cat, dog, bird, reptile, or a companion I can’t even imagine — I wish you comfort. I believe they will be waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge, whole and happy, ready to greet you again someday.

National Toilet Paper Day: A Celebration of Softness, Strength, and Cat Chaos

Four cats in a bathroom surrounded by shredded toilet paper. An orange cat sits on the toilet batting at a roll on the wall, a black‑and‑white cat stands nearby holding an empty cardboard tube, a fluffy gray cat sits among torn paper on the floor, and a black cat lies down with toilet paper draped over its back. The floor is covered in ripped toilet paper, creating a humorous, chaotic scene.

 

The WMEO Household: Where Toilet Paper Goes to Die

Today is National ToiletPaper Day. Yes that bathroom essential has a day of its own.

Toilet paper is one of those everyday items we barely think about  — unless you live with two cats who treat it like a recreational sport. Banner and Balboa are so enamored with toilet paper that I eventually had to remove the wall‑mounted holder entirely.

Not because I wanted to. Not because it looked better. But because every time I left the holder empty, my housekeeper would helpfully put a fresh roll back on it.

I tried to explain why a roll on the holder is basically an invitation for chaos, but the concept of cat‑induced toilet paper carnage didn’t quite land.

So the holder had to go. Now the roll sits upright on a pole like some kind of minimalist sculpture — safe from paws, safe from shredding, safe from becoming avant‑garde hallway décor.

Toilet Paper Art: A WMEO Tradition

Before the Great Holder Removal, Banner and Balboa created masterpieces. Long ribbons. Confetti explosions. Entire rolls dragged triumphantly across the floor like festive parade streamers.

They weren’t being naughty — they were being artists. Expensive artists. But artists nonetheless.

And they’re not alone. The internet is full of cats who share this obsession. Toilet paper is apparently the universal feline muse.

A Brief Moment of TP Panic: The 2020 Shortage

Of course, toilet paper became internationally famous in 2020 when the COVID pandemic hit and people started stockpiling it like it was currency. Shelves were empty, stores were rationing rolls, and everyone suddenly became very aware of how much TP they used.

Meanwhile, in the WMEO household, Banner and Balboa were living in blissful ignorance — happily shredding rolls like tiny furry anarchists while the rest of the world was treating toilet paper like gold bullion.

If they had known how valuable it was at the time, they would have demanded velvet ropes and museum lighting for their “installations.”

A Surprisingly Fascinating History

Toilet paper may seem simple, but its history is anything but:

  • Ancient Romans used communal sponges on sticks. Communal.
  • China was producing toilet paper by the 6th century, and by the 14th century they were making millions of packages a year.
  • In 1391, Chinese royalty used perfumed toilet paper made exclusively for the emperor.
  • Early Americans repurposed leaves, corn cobs, newspapers, and famously the Sears catalog — so popular that Farmer’s Almanac started pre‑drilling holes for outhouse hanging.
  • Modern toilet paper arrived in 1857, marketed as “Medicated Paper for the Water Closet.”
  • Perforated rolls appeared in 1890, courtesy of the Scott Paper Company.
  • Colored toilet paper was a 1950s décor trend until they realized the dyes weren’t great for humans or plumbing.
  • And yes — someone makes 22‑carat gold toilet paper costing over $1.3 million a roll. Truly flushing money away.
  • Conservationists cringe but one person’s lifetime usage of toilet paper, if made from virgin paper, would take around 384 trees to make! Of course, using toilet paper that has been recycled from other purposes helps to cut down on this extensively.

How Cats Celebrate National Toilet Paper Day

Some cats nap. Some cats chase toys. Banner and Balboa? They honor the ancient traditions of their ancestors by shredding toilet paper with the passion of tiny furry historians.

Balboa prefers the dramatic “confetti bomb” technique. Banner goes for long, elegant ribbons. Together, they create installations that would impress even the Romans — and those people used sponges on sticks.

Conclusion: Toilet Paper Is Fun

Who knew toilet paper had such a wild history? And who knew two cats could make it even wilder?

Around here, it’s never dull — especially when toilet paper is involved.