1. Bought my cats a giant igloo to poo and pee in after I paid the vet nearly $300 to tell me that one of them wasn’t peeing outside the litter box because of a health issue but because they are crazy.
2. Returned an item at a store for cash back. When I buy, I buy for good, but being poor, I don’t really think that I need to go wasting $50 on something that doesn’t fit. So: back it went, and man did it feel weird putting money back on my debit card instead of the other way around.
3. Called 911. (Don’t worry, it was for a student and she’s fine now, but it was still scary. Also, I kind of liked it.)
whoa. you’re cat IS crazy! the only time we can tell something’s up with winston is on the super rare occasion when he pees outside the box. and by the time he gets to that point he’s practically dead already. my poor baby.
and of course that should be your.
The new litter box seems to have worked so far (no pee on the floor yet, but I’m crossing my fingers). The vet thinks the old one was too small and it was cramping her style/ her OCD tendencies. Or there’s also a possibility that she was traumatized by something random while in the old litterbox. Who knows. If she starts doing it again and all the other techniques don’t work, I’m going to have to put her on Prozac.
You’re going to start wandering the streets looking for people in trouble so you can call 911, aren’t you?
Or, I’ll be the one injuring them so’s I can call 911.
That seems more likely, yes.
the 911 thing is so great because we’ve spent most of our lives studying preparedness that we rarely get to put to use. “why yes! i do know the address!”
I didn’t actually know the address off the top of my head because it was a campus building and we just call them by names, like the Caesar Chavez building or whatever. BUT I kept a cool head and went and FOUND the address, which made me feel very useful.
We’re actually not supposed to call 911 from campus because of that. We call 4111 which is the emergency line at Campus PD switchboard and they make the 911 call and instruct emergency responders which roads to use, etc.
Phoebe has one of those dome poo boxes, too. She loves it. I love it, too, because it keeps the smell all inside. Of course, she also has a normal litter box because she is spoiled and crazy and if she doesn’t have two, she gets even crazier. I’m pretty sure that’s the most I’ve ever written about littler boxes.
Wow, if I had to have two litter boxes I think I might die. It’s my least favorite chore, right after emptying the dishwasher. Plus: I don’t have room for another litter box so that means it would have to go in my room and then I really would just have to kill myself.
I hate to tell you, but having two boxes might be the solution to the problem, if she starts it up again. Sometime kitties, especially girl kitties, hate sharing. You can also try this stuff called “Feliway”, which is a pheromone spray that you can also get in a plug-in form so it works like a glade plug-in to spread all the happy pheromones around a room. It basically chills out nutty kitties, and it’s MUCH easier than medicating a cat.
I have Feliway (have had it since I got her, since she is so skittish) and she is STILL nuts.
Well damn. You have yourself a nutter.
Yes! I meant to mention Feliway! I have the plug-in one and it makes such a difference. I was really skeptical but Phoebe acts so much more mellow now.
I have a crazy big domed flushing litterbox. There was a bit of an adjustment period, but things are much better because they have more room to move inside it and more privacy. The fact that it flushes itself isn’t necessarily useful for the cats, but I’m kind of in love with it.