12-06-2023, 07:54 PM
Which leads me to a cat story...
My lovely tortie rescue lady hasn't learned to squat. So, litter box re training ensued, to no avail. Herself marches in, lets fly and marches out. So I moved the litter box into the shower, walls all round might make her feel more secure I thought.... Nope. So I bought her a box with a higher back on it. At great expense I might add - but no, she took that as a challenge to be overcome. And did. I was getting really frustrated with having to sluice out the shower and the underside of the overpriced tray just so she didn't have to lower her fluffy bum as every other female cat on the planet knows how to do...
And then I had a brainwave at 2am one night and the next morning hauled out one of the big plastic storage boxes from the underhouse, you know those big Warehouse things with wheels... I cut an entry hole in one end, put her favourite litter inside, put that in the shower and waited with bated breath and all digits crossed.
Sorted. But that little toad? Now she digs a wee hole (pun intended) in the litter, squats and covers and marches out just like her zillions of sisters.
Bloody cats.
My lovely tortie rescue lady hasn't learned to squat. So, litter box re training ensued, to no avail. Herself marches in, lets fly and marches out. So I moved the litter box into the shower, walls all round might make her feel more secure I thought.... Nope. So I bought her a box with a higher back on it. At great expense I might add - but no, she took that as a challenge to be overcome. And did. I was getting really frustrated with having to sluice out the shower and the underside of the overpriced tray just so she didn't have to lower her fluffy bum as every other female cat on the planet knows how to do...
And then I had a brainwave at 2am one night and the next morning hauled out one of the big plastic storage boxes from the underhouse, you know those big Warehouse things with wheels... I cut an entry hole in one end, put her favourite litter inside, put that in the shower and waited with bated breath and all digits crossed.
Sorted. But that little toad? Now she digs a wee hole (pun intended) in the litter, squats and covers and marches out just like her zillions of sisters.
Bloody cats.