So, I'm home from work and notice several things needing to be done. Fill the cat bowl; food and water. Empty icky cat box, dump trashes. Etc. You get the picture.

I get to the cat box and sit on the floor next to it for easy scooping posture. What happens but that my two kittens, Mack and Jack, must absolutely be on my lap purring like mad and wanting attention. So, 10 minutes spent placating kitties with plenty of lovings and back I go to scoop their poop.

By then, my legs are half numb from sitting cross-legged on an unforgiving floor. Of course since I have now cleaned half the box, they must go, and go now. So Mack gets in. Goes pee. Scratches around for like, ever. Gets out. Gets back in. Scratches and smells, Scratches again. Assumes poohing position, decides not to. Scratches some more. Smells even more. Scratches again.

At him assuming the position, I crawl-scoot away a expecting the worst, but he gets out. Finally I 'get' to go back to scooping. Then Jack says: "Hey! I gotta go too!" We go through the same routine, except Mack decides he wasn't done before, not really, and he must go Now - at the same time Jack is trying to go. So every kitty piles in the litter box and goes pooh while I am sitting right next to it mind you. I didn't have any scratch-sniff warning this time.

So of course, half gagging, I try to stagger away only I can't stand because my legs are numb, and Jack, having completed his necessaries, decides to attack me as I am crawling away. BAM! He jump/attacks my hair, which was hanging half off my back.

So, I'm stagger-crawling away from the litter box, black and white kitty tangled in my hair, cat claws digging in my back, and what do I do? Yelp-scream and try to stand so that Jack must now claw his way down my back. Smart. I know.

But, that's not all! My yelp scream scared Mack, who was still finishing business in the litter box, and he scatters litter half-way across the floor trying to get away from me, who was, of course, blocking the door way. So he hides behind the trash can after much scampering around the kitchen looking half-mad and scattering all of the litter on his paws.

I finally accomplish emptying the litter box.

But, that isn't the end of my kitty kat khaos. Nope. I was emptying the big 39 gal trash can in the kitchen, which is difficult because I am almost not strong enough to lift the bag clear up to my chin to get it out of the can. **It's the suction I tell ya**

In any case, I finally do end up getting the bag out of the can and was trying to put on one of those stupid twistie ties to close it because I didn't have enough room to knot it closed. The kittens decide that the bottom of the bag was a great thing to play with. Of course, their little, but sharp claws rip open a whole at the bottom of it. It's about 2 inches long.

I see the rip. I look at the walk to the curb. I look at the rip. I decide to chance it.

I didn't make it. The rip went from like 2 inches to 6 in about 10 steps.

So, the next 10 minutes was spent cleaning up trash from the yard.

15 minutes of work took me like a little less than an hour. But, I had fun laughing at the kittens antics while I did it.