Paper Cat Litter: Soft clouds inside your cat’s litter box

Opening the cupboard door, rustling sounds like dry autumn leaves whispering.
Reach out your finger and touch a light cloud – paper cat litter lying quietly in the packaging bag,
each one is like a miniature paper boat, ready to carry the little secrets of the cat world in the future.
This paper cat litter is made of recycled paper.
The fibers that used to be the inner pages of letters, newspapers and notebooks are gently decomposed, reshaped and reborn.
When the sun shines into the litter box through the window lattice, you will see the faint shadow of words on those light gray and beige particles,
perhaps an unfinished poem or a fragment of an old news.
Every paper cat litter, once a part of a tree, has heard the sound of wind and rain in the forest, and now it continues to guard in a warm room.
When the cat walked into the litter box and its paws touched the ground, the paper sand made a slight rustling sound, like stepping on a fallen leaf path in late autumn.
When excrement falls, paper sand immediately shows its gentle nature-not as heavy and cold as mineral sand, nor as silent and alienated as crystal sand.
They quickly gathered around and wrapped,
like a group of small, conscientious guards, absorbing water with the pores of fibers and locking the odor in their bodies that used to be trees.
The process of cleaning up became a quiet ceremony.
The cat litter shovel dipped in gently, and the clean particles slipped down like a stream, leaving only those lumps that had completed their mission.
They were poured into the toilet, carried away with the water, and re-dispersed into pulp in the water, as if they had returned to their original state.
The whole process forms a perfect circle: the tree becomes paper, the paper becomes text, the text is read, then it becomes cat litter, and finally it returns to the water.
And the cat, the silent participant, has become a part of this cycle in its most natural way.
What I like best is the breathing sound of paper cat litter.
In the silent night, when everything is asleep, if you listen carefully, you will hear the subtle sound from the cat litter box-that is, paper fibers are adjusting humidity,
and they continue to work in silence.
The sound reminds people of the light explosion of firewood in the fireplace, the turning of pages and all the warm and safe things.
Cats also seem to prefer this softness of paper cat litter.
They no longer step on the particles on their feet, but find the most suitable posture in the paper cat litter like clouds and fog.
Sometimes, you can even see the cat sitting on the edge of the litter box for a while after cleaning up, enjoying the gentle support under its claws,
as if remembering the memory of the forest land.
When a bag of paper cat litter is used up, the packaging bag falls down gently, as if a leaf had completed its seasonal mission.
And the new bag is opened, and a new round of guarding will begin again.
In this cycle, there is no waste, only transformation; There is no end, only different forms of existence.
Late at night, the cat walked into its “small garden” again, and the paper sand gently embraced its footprint.
It suddenly dawned on me that what we have prepared for cats is not only a sanitary place, but also a soft forest that we can carry with us,
a small universe made of regenerated tenderness.
There, every burial is a gentle farewell, and every cleaning is a quiet blessing.