Get Goldfish. Trust Me On This One. Get. Goldfish.
Me: *busily finishing an email* Wait. Waaaaaaaait a minute. What is that smell? What the HELL is that SMELL?
Toby: *casually strolls out of the corner*
Me: Not so fast, mister man. *stomps over to the corner* You did it again. You effing did it again. You little bastard!
Toby: *blinks adorably*
Me: YOU PEED ON MY MAIL AGAIN!!!! It’s only been there for five minutes and you peed on it! AGAIN!
Toby: *licks paw, blinks adorably*
Me: I was just finishing an email and then I was going to pick the mail up and you took those NANOSECONDS to pee on it!!!!
Toby: *blinks adorably*
Me: *stomps off to get the Windex, grumbling* There are TWO litterboxes in this fucking apartment, and I leave the mothereffing mail on the floor for five minutes and he pees on it. AGAIN. I cannot believe this is what my life has become.
Toby: I am SO awesome.
Toby is so bad.
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That adorable shit they pull makes us forgive our cats SO MANY MISBEHAVIORS. Stupid, cuddly cats.
According to my experience with pissy kitties, you are actually supposed to have 4 litter boxes. One for each cat and an extra. Insane. This is why I now have 1 cat… and 1 litter box.
“But . . . it smells like outside! Where we’re Supposed to go . . . Right?”
Sounds like what you need is a mailbox.
Living this, having a 20 year old Toby that often forgets where he is, let along where his box is. Made me laugh ‘tho, thanks!
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Try some feliway, it helps. Promise.
I gave up on the litter box entirely. My little angel would just sniff at it in disgust and go pee in the tub. Tub’s easy to clean, and I’m a sucker.