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

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WMEO‑9 BREAKING NEWS- ANOTHER BEAR ATTACK!

Two cats sit behind a “WMEO 9” news desk, posed like TV anchors. A microphone and papers rest on the desk, with a blurred newsroom backdrop behind them.

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

Two cats sit behind a newsroom desk labeled “WMEO 9.” The orange cat sits upright, while the black cat appears mid‑meow. The background shows a blurred TV studio, creating a humorous scene of cats acting as news anchors.

 

Summer’s End: Marshmallows, S’mores, and Sweet Debates

Two marshmallows on a wooden skewer being roasted over an open flame, turning golden brown with lightly charred edges above a bright orange campfire.

Labor Day BBQ’s and Marshmallow Questions

Here we are at Summer’s End — the last of the BBQ hurrahs. So naturally, I have questions. Important questions. Marshmallow‑based questions.

S’mores Fans vs. Marshmallow Purists

Are you all die‑hard S’mores fans, or do some of you prefer a simple, toasty marshmallow now and then?

Don’t get me wrong — I enjoy a S’mores occasionally. But they’re really sweet. I have a sweet tooth, but more than one S’mores and my stomach stages a full revolt even while my taste buds are chanting more, more, more. Marshmallows on their own, though? Those I can handle just fine.

Golden Brown or Burned to a Crisp?

If you are a marshmallow purist, what’s your style?

  • Patient golden brown
  • Burn it to a crisp and grab it before it falls off the stick

I admit I like both, but the burned, hot, bubbly ones probably win for me. ( I lack patience for that golden , brown deliciousness)

A Word About Peeps

Question three: Do you like Peeps?

You know — those pink and yellow marshmallow bunnies and chicks that only appear at Easter. I love them. I don’t stick them in the fire (I’m not a monster), but I can nosh down a whole box of those little treats.

They’re also great fun for decorating cakes. The chicks make a cute sunflower cake, and the bunnies look adorable on a pastel Easter cake.

Homemade Marshmallows: Are You Brave Enough?

Last question: Do any of you make your own marshmallows?

I’m told it’s not hard. I even saw kids make them on Kids Baking Championship — and those kids are amazing. I’ve got a recipe for homemade marshmallows, but I’ve never tried it.

Here it is if you’re feeling adventurous.

Homemade Marshmallows

Ingredients

  • Nonstick cooking spray
  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • 3 (1/4‑oz.) packages unflavored powdered gelatin
  • 1 cup cold water
  • 1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
  • 1 cup light corn syrup
  • 1/2 tsp kosher salt
  • 2 tsp vanilla bean paste or extract
  • 2 (3.5‑oz.) dark chocolate bars, roughly chopped (optional)
  • Chocolate jimmies, for garnish (optional)

Directions

  1. Line a 9‑inch square baking pan with plastic wrap. Lightly grease with cooking spray and dust generously with powdered sugar.
  2. In a stand mixer bowl, sprinkle gelatin over 1/2 cup cold water. Whisk to combine and let bloom for 10 minutes.
  3. In a saucepan, combine sugar, corn syrup, salt, and remaining 1/2 cup water. Cook over medium‑high until dissolved, about 3 minutes. Continue cooking until the syrup reaches 240°F, about 10 minutes.
  4. Turn mixer to medium‑low and carefully drizzle in the hot syrup. Increase speed to high and beat until thick and fluffy, 10–12 minutes. Stir in vanilla.
  5. Pour mixture into prepared pan, smooth the top, and dust with powdered sugar. Let stand uncovered overnight.
  6. Lift marshmallow slab onto a cutting board. Cut into squares, dusting the knife with powdered sugar as needed. Toss pieces in powdered sugar to coat. Store up to 1 week.
  7. Optional: Melt chocolate in the microwave in 30‑second intervals.
  8. Dip marshmallows halfway into chocolate, sprinkle with jimmies, and chill until set.

Tip: If you’re dipping them in chocolate, skip dusting the side that gets dipped — the chocolate sticks better.

Recipe by Sloane Layton.

 

If you’re dedicated enough to try the recipe — or if you have a tried‑and‑true version of your own — let me know. I don’t think I’m quite ready to dive into this yet, but I’m cheering on anyone who is.

 

 

 

WMEO Special Report: It’s National Toasted Marshmallow Day!

An empty WMEO 9 news desk sits in a brightly lit newsroom. A microphone and two sheets of paper rest on the desk, and multiple blurred screens with news graphics appear in the background along with a city skyline.

This is an WMEO Special report. Our anchors are on location tonight.

We bring you live from the WMEO campground, a full report on the marshmallow celebration for Toasted Marshmallow Day. Our intrepid reporters, Banner and Balboa, are on location tonight, investigating the state of marshmallow toastiness across the region. Early findings suggest high fluff levels, excellent golden‑brown technique, and one missing marshmallow (Balboa continues to deny involvement).

Cartoon versions of two cats sit by a small campfire at night, each holding a stick with a marshmallow over the flames. The orange cat on the left and the black cat on the right are roasting marshmallows in a simple outdoor scene with a dark background and grass at the bottom.

[Live‑Mic Moment] (Audio crackles. The campfire pops.)

Banner: “You burned mine again!”

Balboa: “It’s called caramelization, genius.”

Banner: “It’s called sabotage.”

Balboa: “You’re lucky I didn’t eat yours for evidence.”

(Producer voice off‑screen) “Uh… we’re still live.”

Both: “Oh.” (awkward pause, then cheerful tone)

Banner: “Back to you at the desk!”

Stay tuned for updates as the investigation heats up.

 

Two marshmallows on a wooden stick roast over bright orange flames, with the marshmallows turning golden brown as smoke rises from the fire.

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.