This morning, I dumped the laundry room litter box, soaked it in bleach water, scrubbed it and left it outside to dry. Then, I ran a couple of errands and did a few household chores, forgetting about the box.
For about an hour, Rowdy was pacing the family room, meowing at the top of her lungs and neither Bill nor I could figure out what her problem was.
Just before we left to get groceries, Bill brought the box in. I proceeded to scoop litter out of the bin into the box. After the first scoop, Rowdy jumped in, peed a huge puddle and gleefully threw litter all over the laundry room. THAT was her complaint - she wanted to use THAT box!
Never mind that there is a covered litter box in the bathroom. I never scrub both boxes at once, so that there will be one for them to use, at all times.
Buddy and Opie were perfectly content to use the other one but the Queen of All Things had to have HER box. Judging from the size of that puddle, she had been holding it for quite a while!
For about an hour, Rowdy was pacing the family room, meowing at the top of her lungs and neither Bill nor I could figure out what her problem was.
Just before we left to get groceries, Bill brought the box in. I proceeded to scoop litter out of the bin into the box. After the first scoop, Rowdy jumped in, peed a huge puddle and gleefully threw litter all over the laundry room. THAT was her complaint - she wanted to use THAT box!
Never mind that there is a covered litter box in the bathroom. I never scrub both boxes at once, so that there will be one for them to use, at all times.
Buddy and Opie were perfectly content to use the other one but the Queen of All Things had to have HER box. Judging from the size of that puddle, she had been holding it for quite a while!
