Today a Minion brought me a rectangle of cardboard. Upon its face was an image of what appears to be the largest litter tray in existence, although the Minion referred to it as a beach. There was a faint smell of the Chief Minion upon it, so she must have handled it at some point.
Why on earth she would send me such a thing, I have no idea. I have studied it, propped up in the corner of my exercise yard. The card propped up, not me. I can certainly see the great potential it contains for much digging, evacuation and half-hearted attempts at covering up. However, a chap needs a spot of privacy when going about his business, and this enormous litter tray would afford none of this. Whatever can she have been thinking?
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