I got to try some litter for free!

Yep, the doods at World’s Best Cat  Litter emailed with an offer to give some of their litter a try; at first I was like, Ummmmmm, because I’ve tried new litters before and it hasn’t gone well, but after some consideration I decided what the heck. Why not? And there was always the chance that even if I didn’t like it, Buddah would.

So once the litter arrived, the Woman dutifully mixed a little in with my normal litter; it was good timing because that was right about the time the People decided I needed a way bigger box to accommodate my incredible quantity of awesome, so she the old box with the mixed litter close to the new box with my regular litter.

Well. You can kind of guess how it went. I do not like change, not at all. So here I was with my old box with new stuff in it, and the old stuff in a new box, and doods, WHERE WAS I GOING TO PEE? I wanted my old box with my old litter in the usual spot where I would probably wind up with my butt hanging over the edge of the box and peeing on the floor THE WAY GOD INTENDED.

Pick? HOW CAN I PICK??!?!

I did not know what to do*, and the Woman was all, “Oh just pick one” and Buddah was like “Wheeee!” because he’s not always all there, you know.

He freaking PLAYED with the new litter at first. Don’t ask me why, I have no idea. But after he decided it wasn’t the World’s Best TOY he decided to pee in it. And then he declared it Perfectly Acceptable, though there was a little disappointment in that he didn’t track it all through the house after he got out.

Yeah, it doesn’t dust up in an aromatic cloud of Eau de Litter the way we wanted.

Well…I couldn’t let Buddah Pest have all the glory. While I was using the new box and found it quite roomy, I decided I better give the World’s Best Litter a fair shake...so when I thought no one was looking, I climbed into the old little box and gave it a whiz. But…it turned out someone was looking and the Man totally caught me using it.

And then I used it again.

And again.

Look closely...see my artwork on top?

Doods, this litter is pretty freaking sweet. I mean, it’s not perfect. I enjoy tracking my litter out of the box and leaving piles of it in the laundry room, up the hall, and then on the coffee table or fake fireplace where I go the wipe the last of it off my feet. This not only assures I have clean tootsies, but it gives the Woman something to complain about and then clean up. And trust me, people love to be needed, and cleaning up after me? She needs that. She even says so while she’s doing it. “Oh thanks, like I needed to get up and wipe your paw prints up.”

See?

In the box, the litter works just fine. I even managed a good, hard power-whiz and it didn’t break into tiny flacks that splattered up onto the wall. Trust me, I tried. It just clumped the way litter should clump, and when the Woman went to scoop she said it cleans out of the box really easy. And easy is important when your people are basically lazy. Which means…most people need it to be easy.

One of the things I worried about when I said I would try it was the smell. The Woman has scent-induced reactive airway issues; perfumes and the like make her cough, and then make it hard for her to breath, so this was a concern. After all, it does me no good if she ends up passing out because she can’t breathe. She passes out, and there’s no one there to open cans of gooshy food for me until the Man wakes up. But this stuff doesn’t have a really strong odor, even after some Max-sized deposits are made onto it.

All in all, I give it two paws up.

Now here’s the thing you might like. I can have them send a bag to someone. So the fair way to do it is for you to leave a comment—it can be about anything, say you want to win, or you think I’m pretty; anything nice—and on Saturday I’ll count the number of comments and run the numbers through a random generator; whoever’s comment falls under the generated number will win a bag of World’s Best Kitty Litter. Be sure I’ll be able to contact you to get your snail mail address, and that you’re cool with me passing it on to the Litter People.