… buy 100 pounds of cat litter and one cat collar.
Yeah, it snowed in Sorta’ Cosmopolitan. Since Sally is a rear-wheel drive, I needed to load her down with something. My granddad — from the Adirondacks — always swore by cat litter. If you get stuck, you can rip a bag open and have gritty stuff for traction. Yeah, my granddad was a pretty smart man.
As for the cat collar … the Evil Kitten broke his old one and, quite honestly, I have to have a bell on him because he’s always causing trouble. {LOL}
