Cor, wotta pong.

[caddyman]

I have been told that it's my turn to clean the kitty litter tonight. Oh joy; of such things are dreams made, and I didn't even want a cat (though I accept that looking after one temporarily is a slightly different matter).

Yesterday we even bought a 'scoop' to take care, as it were, of business.

I think ransacked ABBA lyrics cover it best:

Pooper Scooper, smells are gonna blind me
Makes my face turn blue
Like I always do
‘Cause somewhere in the grit there’s poo!

I offer a No-Prize to the person who completes the song best.