We had a busy weekend. For some reason my dad went on a tear and he decided that our litter box room, otherwise known as the laundry room, needed to be cleaned and rearranged.
He took EVERYTHING out and then cleaned everything and put stuff back, but not everything went back in.
I was worried...but the litter boxes all made it back safely into the room.
It's kinda nice now.
I think mom and dad were worried that I was having issues so wanted to make sure my litter box space was clean, tidy and all purrfect. There was a rack of stuff in the room and mom thought that maybe Figgy could use it to hang out and pounce on me.
It's gone now. No need for most of the stuff that was on it.