Talking to her butt

Me:         Maggie, you understand that the cat litter box is off limits, right?

Maggie:        <vacant stare>

Me:         Maggie, seriously. I can not have you eating the cat crap once it's rolled in clay pellets, okay? It will make you sick.

Maggie:       <vacant stare>

Me:       Are you listening to me? Be a good girl, please.

Maggie:       <vacant stare. She walks away, with intention>

Me:       Are you EVER going to listen?



Mike seriously needs to come effing home. Not only am I carrying on conversations with the 4-legs, but they have now stopped listening to me. Wait a minute. Now that I think about it, things won't change much even if he's home. Padded room, anyone?