In the continuing saga of the litter box wars, Wendell threw me a curve ball today. He waited until I was shoulder-deep in kitty poop, asphyxiating from the ammonia smell coming from his unkempt box. He continued to wait while I sprayed and scrubbed and sanitized his box. And then, just as I was about to pour litter into it, what does he do?
He gets into the new Breeze box and takes a leak.
Way to send mixed messages, cat.
So we're giving it another try. My idea now is to leave his regular litter box empty, so if he absolutely doesn't want to use the new one, maybe he'll go in the empty box instead of on my floor.
Also, my therapist is getting a dog. . . which makes her a much better therapist, I think.
By the way, the picture above is quite obviously from Wendell's kitten days. Didn't he look like a gremlin?
2 comments:
He's adorable.
Yes, he is definitely a Gremlin. And you continue to put water on him and feed him after midnight, thus all your problems. :)
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