Zen Thinking

I was just changing The Cat's litter, and being that I seem to have a stronger stomach then some, I have come to wonder if the activity isn't more than a little Zen (to use the north American bastardization of the word's meaning). I comb through the shit with my little combination seive/shovle, clearing the strange sand-like material of the animal's leavings. Every so often I change the stuff completely, but every time I smooth out the surface when through.

You could say that the art of litter-box cleaning is an effort in futility - It seems as if The Cat shits all over it mere moments after it is done. But every time the calming procedure is through, I can be happy in knowing that there is a contented kitty that is just ecstatic that her toilet just got flushed.

What could more satisfying than knowing that one simple action will make another individual happy every time you do it, without the pleasure ever wearing off (even if the reason is because she has a much shorter short-term memory) ?

I recommend *cough cough, nudge nudge* that you try it some time, and find your own little Zen place.

.... Maybe I'll get some little sculpted shrubs to put around the edges ....