My cats' litter box is in my bathroom. As I was brushing my hair this morning, I
watched Maggie, my elderly female kitteh, pee. It caught my attention because it sounded like an impressively functioning renal system as she flooded one corner of the litter.
She then moved to the far side of the box and, with one quick and completely ineffectual swipe, managed to cover nothing. With a satisfied expression, she left the room.
I was laughing at myself in the mirror because the first thing that came to mind was this year's Republican congress.
The mind really is like a box of chocolates.