Imp: UGH, there’s no place to poop. It all smells. It’s all full. dig,dig,dig UGH, just how am I suppose to cope with this? dig,dig,dig This is disgusting. dig,dig,dig.
Lilith: Just do what I do- perch on top, do your business, and don’t bother to cover it up. Let her take her care of it.
Imp: Can’t, must dig, must find clean stuff to cover. dig,dig,dig
Imp: I can’t believe you are making me get out of the bathroom. I’m trying to cover up that nasty smell here and you’re not helping any.
Wait… what’s this in the hallway? Sniffs opening in box of litter. Smells like…. Yes! It’s clean stuff. Ahhh…. Ooooo…can I get in there? Walks round box, sniffs again. How do I get into that box? Paws opening, sniffs again, circles box, tries to put head in box, sits back, ponders.
No. You’re not really chasing me away from this too. What? You want me to implode?
Ahhhh….. finally. Out with the old, in with the new. What’s this? Sniff, sniff, sniff- smells wrong, too clean. I’ll just dig down to the very bottom and get all that nice clean stuff spread all over, dig, dig, dig, out on the floor, dig, dig, dig, tracked down the hall… then, add some new Imp smell. There, that’s better.