Clumping action, ho!
Mom: You know, we didn't even have kitty litter, when you kids were little. We used shredded newspaper for our cats.
Me (not really listening): Mmmm.
Mom: So when kitty litter was invented—wait, not invented, that's the wrong word—when it was discovered—
Me (snapping to attention): Mom, kitty litter was invented. There was no discovery of kitty litter.
Mom: Right, of course. Right!
Me: I mean, I'm pretty sure prospectors never sifted any kitty litter from the California rivers.
Scott (from the other room): There's odor-control crystals in them there hills!
Mom: You're going to write about this, aren't you.
Me: It hadn't occurred to me. UNTIL NOW.

Like all discoveries, kitty litter was named after the person responsible: Sir Edmund Freshstep.
Jules
House of Jules
Posted by: HouseofJules | August 17, 2008 at 05:34 PM
And God Bless Sir Edmund!
Posted by: Kizz | August 17, 2008 at 05:50 PM
My husband is always asking me that. "Are you going to blog this?"
Posted by: Esther | August 17, 2008 at 06:13 PM
Tell Scott out west it's "them thar" hills. I believe the "them there" hills are actually located in Ontario.
Posted by: Brian | August 17, 2008 at 06:19 PM
Oh, great - I bet you're going to tell me KoolAid wasn't discovered, either? At the Fountain of Youth, say?
Posted by: suburbancorrespondent | August 17, 2008 at 06:28 PM
Who do you think it was that discovered kitty litter works well in the garage, too?
Posted by: Dre's Sweet Life | August 17, 2008 at 06:34 PM
But, I think it IS mined or something, no?
Well, ok, upon consulting Wikipedia, I'd say that it is made from things that are mined. So I guess it was invented. Not really that much of an invetion, tho, was it? More like a good idea.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_litter
Posted by: Carrie | August 17, 2008 at 06:49 PM
sitting here, sucking down a diet coke, got to the part about the odor crystals and almost died. There is now diet coke all over the front of my shirt and on my baby, who had the misfortune to be sitting in my lap at the time. thanks.
xo
b.
Posted by: just beth | August 17, 2008 at 06:52 PM
You know that stupid way that people sometimes giggle...and then stop...and then giggle again...and it keeps continuing? Yeah, I'm doing that now.
Posted by: Ally | August 17, 2008 at 07:14 PM
Your mother knows you so well. ;-) Of course, I did take pictures of my husband's ugly feet after he cut grass. And he knew just what was happening with that picture!
Posted by: Ree | August 17, 2008 at 08:01 PM
And I believe there are still rich seams of kitty litter in them hills just waiting for some enterprising folk with a plastic rake and a tray...
Posted by: OvaGirl | August 17, 2008 at 08:33 PM
Seriously, you need to stop talking to MY mother. I swear I've had this EXACT same conversation with my own mother - or at least something strikingly similar. I know she's not dumb, but really? Logic? Where is it?
Posted by: Beth | August 17, 2008 at 09:59 PM
Invented, discovered...it's just semantics, right? This cracked me up-thank you!
Posted by: Hip Mom's Guide | August 17, 2008 at 10:26 PM
I printed this and put it on our fridge: we have two cats, and my little girl and I have had this very same conversation!
Posted by: Christie | August 17, 2008 at 11:02 PM
Yeah, what happened to Just Beth when she read Scott's comment about the odor control crystals? Happened to me too. Diet Coke-->narrowly missed laptop keyboard. Too funny!
Posted by: Elizabeth | August 18, 2008 at 12:19 AM
The REAL question: what's newspaper?
Posted by: falwyn | August 18, 2008 at 01:02 AM
Stop the depletion of the nation's kitty litter reserves!!! A newspaper for every cat (No Kitty Left Behind.)
Posted by: Tammy | August 18, 2008 at 08:59 AM
I'm pretty sure this is what "Treasure of the Sierra Madre II" was about.
Posted by: George | August 18, 2008 at 09:26 AM
Did you just call your mom a ho?
Posted by: You can call me, 'Sir' | August 18, 2008 at 09:50 AM
Hahaha! I am going to be giggling about this all morning.
Posted by: Sus | August 18, 2008 at 10:43 AM
You know, I don't think owning a cat would have been worth it in your mothers time. EW!
Hubby tends to utter the "you're going to blog about this aren't you...." as well. Poor people.
Posted by: Why Mom Drinks Rum | August 18, 2008 at 10:44 AM
Brian, I'm absolutely certain I did say "them thar." What happens to my words once Alice lays her mitts on them is her magical business alone.
I also know for a fact I'm not the only guy to whoop and hollar like Yukon Cornelius upon finding a full box of cat treasure. (I do, however, stop short of giving my implements the verification lick, thanks to the early rap community's excellent work promoting toxoplasmosis awareness. 'Member "Git the Scoop"? Totally worked.)
Posted by: Pretty Rambo | August 18, 2008 at 11:27 AM
Poor family members. My parents now have to insert a disclaimer before they tell me any news, "Please don't write about this." I never listen.
Posted by: Jen | August 18, 2008 at 11:47 AM
Scott's comment totally made the story.
Posted by: SparklieSunShine | August 18, 2008 at 01:34 PM
Our poor families...the way we take their less than stellar moments and blog about them. HA!
Posted by: Mrs. Schmitty | August 18, 2008 at 01:34 PM
I wish I was sitting on my own fresh tray of kitty litter right now, since I'm about to pee my pants.
Posted by: Geo | August 18, 2008 at 02:25 PM
Dearest Alice,
Don't mothers make the most wonderful blog fodder, EVER?
Dissingly,
Joe
Posted by: HeyJoe | August 18, 2008 at 05:09 PM
Heh! Odour crystals in them thar hills. HA!
Luckily, no diet Coke was harmed in this reading of the blog post. Some orange juice very nearly got injured, though.
There are 3 cats in this household. Kitty Litter is no laughing matter. Oh no! No laughing about the kitty litter around these parts. A few desperate sobs from time to time maybe.
Posted by: Dawn | August 18, 2008 at 07:35 PM
This was hilarious, and so are the comments! It actually has sparked a thought which I may post about and of course give credit where credit is due!
Posted by: Mauigirl | August 18, 2008 at 08:15 PM
You and Scott are hilarious! Thanks for the laugh!(Your mom sounds fun, too!)
Posted by: CJ | August 18, 2008 at 08:45 PM
You and Scott are hilarious! Thanks for the laugh!(Your mom sounds fun, too!)
Posted by: CJ | August 18, 2008 at 08:53 PM
ho. nice. it sounds like you hijacked my mother. Again.
Posted by: Joanna Schmidt | August 18, 2008 at 10:02 PM
Your house sounds so much more funner than mine.
Posted by: jenB | August 18, 2008 at 11:25 PM
Ha, I knew I moved to California for a reason!
To Do List for tomorrow: Mine for oder-freshening crystals in the backyard.
Posted by: jess | August 19, 2008 at 08:15 AM
My mother would have gone on about how, in her day, they couldn't AFFORD cats ... or such frivolous uses of newspaper (much more utilitarian as blankets ... or clothing). The elitist "odor-freshening crystals" of which you speak would have been dinner.
Posted by: dianne | August 19, 2008 at 10:43 AM
So who discovered that kitty litter absorbs oil spills in driveways?
Posted by: BOSSY | August 19, 2008 at 10:52 AM
Yeah I remember those moments. When my mom and sisters are sitting around talking and my mom utters "I never said that", and my sisters would confirm, yes you did, you told me the same thing.
Huffing and puffing, my mom would say, "I did not". Okay, crazy woman, think what you want, but we were all there. I have witnesses. Sisters count don't they?
Posted by: Thotlady | August 19, 2008 at 02:59 PM
For post above on which the comment section is annoyingly closed.
Dearest Alice,
I have yet to give birth, but if ever I do you’ll be the first to know. Well you and the father I suppose. And please, let’s try to ease up on the self-congratulatory drivel, what do you say; my God, the ego of some people. Do you have some sort of special pulley system to hold up that huge melon?
Leg pullingly,
Joe
Posted by: heyjoe | August 20, 2008 at 06:55 PM
My husband's always doing the same thing - "you're going to write about this aren't you?". And I always do. It's much more fun when it's not just me laughing at him.
Posted by: chicklet | August 23, 2008 at 03:15 PM
My Mom who has yet to believe that I blog about 'the trivial', says the same thing. 'You're not going to write about this are you?' I swear the best stuff comes from these wacky conversations we all seem to have with our friends and families.
BTW: I seriously had a vision of a gold miner sifting for gold, and exclaiming something about finding blue crystals in the bottom of the river. Oh boy.
Posted by: Jerri | September 04, 2008 at 12:53 PM