An American Lion

The Cat Genie

For me, it was the Cat Genie:

The CatGenie really does grant three wishes, assuming those wishes are:
1. For a litter box that does all the cleaning for me automatically!
2. For that automated litter box to be a gigantic, slow, smelly, expensive, power-sucking monstrosity.
3. Intense buyer’s remorse.

Not only that, but if your cat becomes ensnared in it, the howling will haunt you for the rest of your natural life.

In the case of my ex-wife’s cat, Mr. Toobers, there was talk of a lawsuit against the makers of the Cat Genie. We had it situated in the basement restroom of our home in Manchester, New Hampshire. Mr. Toobers would make a run at the thing, piddle on the periphery, and then spend an hour or more trying to knock it over or get in through that opening you see where the scooper arm comes out.

Mr. Toobers survived his horrendous battle with it, and I was charged with disposing of it. I believe it was flung into a downtown dumpster, never more to return to our home. We had to spend a few weeks getting Mr. Toobers reoriented to a regular cat box. Miranda says that, when she was in Manchester last week, Mr. Toobers still gets panic attacks when he has to make a large elimination.