You can scoop away the litter box rubble while crouched with said cat perched on your back. As the last of the gravel came free, he jumped to inspect the empty box.
Innately I knew any movement meant pain, much more pain than the gentle burn spreading from my leg muscles; at least eight pounds of God's armed perfection picked the best spot for both of us, so his claws remained sheathed and unnecessary to brace himself.
OK, maybe I'm ready to admit dogs have some advantages.
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