The Greenhouse Cat Litter Cat-astrophe

It was a perfectly normal day in the Hearthstone greenhouse — the kind where Judee and Mary Beth were humming along, filling countertop totes with potting mix, feeling productive and wholesome. Nothing suspicious. Nothing alarming. Nothing… aromatic.

Then came the bag.

A bag clearly labeled “Potting Mix.” A bag that absolutely, definitely, 100% was not potting mix.

Some mystery human (identity still under investigation) had decided that the best place to dump used cat litter was into a bag that looked exactly like the stuff we use for seedlings. And so, with full confidence and zero hesitation, Judee and Mary Beth poured the entire thing into the tote.

They started mixing.

And then — the smell rose like a ghost seeking vengeance.

Both froze. Both stared at the tote. Both slowly leaned in, then recoiled like synchronized swimmers of regret.

That’s when Mary Beth blurted out:

“Why does this potting mix smell like it needs a vet appointment?”

And that was it. The greenhouse dissolved into chaos.

There was frantic scooping. Emergency trash‑bag deployment. Windows thrown open. Laughter mixed with gagging. Judee was holding her breath so hard she looked like she was preparing for a deep‑sea dive.

Mary Beth kept muttering, “This is NOT what they meant by organic gardening.”

But in the end, the crisis was contained, the tote was sanitized, dignity was mostly restored, and most importantly, no plants were harmed in the making of this fiasco.

Just two gardeners, one mislabeled bag, and a story that will live forever!