A long time ago I said I was going to toilet train That Fucking Cat. Then the holidays hit and I didn’t think it would be a good idea to take one bathroom off-line while I had guests staying with us.
I finished the clumping litter she uses in her regular box and decided that now is the time to get started.
I decided to go with the Litter Kwitter system because I tried to be clever and fashion my own DIY training system with a disposable turkey pan. But alas, we have an old toilet with a small bowl. Fortunately the Litter Kwitter fits.
I found litter that won’t screw up my pipes when it inevitably falls into the toilet. I hope.
I eased That Fucking Cat into the bathroom by moving her box into the shower. Someone closed the shower door and she was forced to take a sneaky poop in the corner. #notherfault
Put the red insert into the LK and fill with litter. I think I went wrong by using fresh litter. TFC thought it was a fun little party box for her to play in.
See? I hate litter grit with a passion. It’s the reason I’m doing this in the first place. But can I handle two months of extreme grit?
I went through the old litter for some samples to put in the LK, hopefully she will realize this isn’t a party box, it’s a shit box.
In other news, Tabby is back from England and
ripped Chicky from my arms took the dog back.
And we were making such good progress with our attachment parenting.
Here’s something exciting on the crap cutting front.