Okay, now I’ll really tell you about the litter sifter.

We brought Buffy, therefore and ergo, we had to bring a litter box and the aforementioned litter sifter. It took her a bit to get her bearings and for her insides to stop jiggling from the travel over the gravel roads, but she finally used the box. Then I needed to sift.

I had already decided that since this material was biodegradable, I was going to toss it into the forest, hopefully far from our site.

Ha! Easier said than done.

Have you noticed the curve on a litter sifter? It is made for accurate and efficient scooping of clumps. Not so much for tossing into the forest or far away from your site.

On the first toss, I was lucky that the clumps didn’t come right back at me. Where I thought I was tossing it was not at all where it flew. It ended up slicing through a four inch gap between two trees right in front of me. Why it didn’t hit one of the trees and splatter back at me, I don’t know.  There was more technique involved in this than I thought!

On the second toss, I tried what I hoped was an underhand arc that would land twenty feet away. Hahaha! It went about ten feet straight up and landed four feet away.  Again, lucky that it didn’t rain down on my head.

For the third toss, I tried positioning the sifter more like a jai alai basket, which necessitated that I hold the sifter over my shoulder, so that the litter settled into the sweet spot of the sifter and stop the toss with a jerk when it was vertical. Victory! Of course, you have to be careful that no small clumps fall through the sifter onto your hoodie and get carried back into the camper.

“It’s always something.” Roseanne Rosannadanna.  🙂

So, now I can add throwing kitty litter clumps to my resume. It’s a skill set that is not frequently needed, but is invaluable for camping with a cat in the Superior National Forest.

I can only imagine what the wolves, bears and moose who come upon it think.  “Hmmmm… someone new in our forest, and they poop colored clay. Now that’s talent—–perhaps we need to investigate. ”  Or maybe the wolves have enough dog in them to, well,  let’s just let that thought stay unsaid.

Or unwritten, as it were.

I am enjoying writing to you. It’s like a loooong letter with installments. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, but why should there be?

Have a Thrilling Thursday and Go Vikes!

Love,

Janet