I think it’s about time I call Gramma Kayce and tell her Mom needs help.  Mom hasn’t been feeling well the last few days, so Dad’s been doing the cleaning up around here.  When I heard he was going to clean I got kind of scared because Mom has a hard enough time getting him to clean my litter box.

When he started cleaning the rest of the house it looks good, but he’s been forgetting my litter box! I whined to Mom, and she yelled at him, but he still forgets it. I finally broke down and peed in the kitchen floor to teach him a lesson, but I don’t think he even noticed. Mom probably cleaned it up before he saw it.  She doesn’t need to be doing that because she might hurt herself or the baby.

Seriously, if someone doesn’t do something soon it’s going to take some industrial supplies to whip it back into shape! I definitely need to call Gramma Kayce and beg her to clean my litter box…at least until Mom can do it again. November can’t get here soon enough!

Dad, do what you do best. Go back to playing video games and building stuff, and I’ll call Gramma. She’ll know what to do!