So the honeymoon is over. Or so I thought as I inspected the turd, or should I say, turds neatly piled in a deftly pawed pocket in my green duvet. She'd been for a pee too, despite the lovely new cat litter commode I'd lavished her with.
It was hours (and one joint) later when it occurred to me that her pee and poo were in separate deftly pawed pockets in the green duvet.
Separate.
Eureka. I emptied a large, square, plastic container I had under the sink and filled it with gritty kitty. As soon as I put it down next to the other tray she seemed pretty chuffed and made a point of showing me some love. And then she had a field day in the second litter tray - cats love gritty kitty I guess. This one does anyway. It took me the rest of the night to wash all the bedclothes though, and the duvet was still wet after a trip through the tumble drier so I went to bed wrapped only in the duvet cover.
Who knew? Particular cats are particular enough to use two litter trays.
About Me
- Glyn
- Toronto, Ontario, Canada
- PR, internal communications and branding pro currently freelancing as a consultant, writer, DJ, and whatever else comes my way.
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