Friday

22 February 2013

Someone small and furry and black & white has been a royal pain in the butt lately, meowing his damned little head off around 4:30 every morning. We haven't been able to figure out exactly what he wants: food (of which there is plenty available in his dish), company (which he is not getting), to tell us someone in the neighborhood just got home from or is headed for work (we don't care, really), or that he's not happy with the condition of his litter box.

With the mockup with his new book cover
He's picky as hell about that box, but I'm not getting up in the middle of the night to check it, much less to scoop it. Since we're not feeding him more, throwing him a midnight party, or tell the neighbors to be quiet, we did the one thing we could think of: we added another litter box.

In my bathroom. Because that one will get scooped more than once a day.

Joy.

This has thrilled Max to a ridiculous degree. I barely got litter into the box before he was jumping in it. And now...if I go in and close the door, when I open it he's there looking at me like how dare I take 2 minutes in HIS new bathroom, because GAWD, what if HE had to pee?

And Max? He likes to kick litter out of the box. It's such a joy to walk in there at 2 am with bare feet and have litter pieces imbed themselves in the soles of my feet.

I hope to hell this shuts him up at night. But I'm not counting on it.

5 comments:

Angel, Kirby and Max said...

I find it a real joy to put on my house slippers by the side of the bed and have litter imbed in my soles! I think they must scrunch it up in their paws and hobble down the hall just to put it in my shoes!

Unknown said...

I've always wondered how the litter got into the inside of my slippers! :)

Just Ducky said...

Would a covered box help the litter throwing?

Vicat said...

Mine have 2 boxes and will only, no matter what, use 1 to pee in & the other to poop in.
~Vicat

Mighty Kitty said...

I think the Max meister has you so well trained it is not funny any more.LOL