
Now that Fang has reigned triumphant in the Great Litter Box War, he’s getting more comfortable with being out of his safehouses… it’s almost like having an office buddy…
A blog about two feral creatures figuring it out…
Now that Fang has reigned triumphant in the Great Litter Box War, he’s getting more comfortable with being out of his safehouses… it’s almost like having an office buddy…
Trip to the pet store today to get a litter mat (yes, maybe I’m still recovering from losing the great litter box war..) and a few new toys. Ok, maybe a lot of new toys…
This is completely off topic but peony season is so short and they’re my favorite so I just had to share these beauties!
We had a bonding moment today – and I got to brush the living crap out of him… he actually loves being brushed, he purrs and makes biscuits. And it’s gotten hot so I think he was grateful for it….
Purely selfishly, I love getting close to him but I’m much more excited about the furball reduction…
His fur is so incredibly fine, it looks like it has a permanent blur filter on it…
Waiting impatiently for his meal… I swear, those looks of his… he slay me…
Just finished lunch and was working on the sofa when he walked over to stare at me – a first! I’m a realist. I knew he didn’t come to see me but thought, he came because I’m sitting where his bed lives! Nope. He came to show me he wants my leftover chicken…. 🤣🤣🤣
A couple of weeks ago, he started playing at night. I saw snatches of it on the Nest (yes, I still creep on him at night with the camera…) and I can hear it from the bedroom but today we hit a milestone – he played during the day with me in the room! 🎉🎉🎉
The Nest is back in the bathroom to confirm Fang fully acknowledges the detente we’ve reached so I can return the soft things to the floors… the bath mat is bait… sigh… 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️
Ok. Fang wins. I concede. His new, open litter box arrived today. I have to accept he’s just never going trust the top entry one, I think he’s too scared of being trapped. Deep rooted trauma…
After the shoe incident, he’s been sending me messages by peeing on soft things on the floor – the bath mat, a towel I left on the floor, his floor cat bed – that’s when I knew it was really bad. So yes, this means I have three different litter boxes in the place right now. THREE. For a 5.5lb cat… 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️
Sigh. The top entry one just looks so much better in the bathroom… #canthaveeverything
Anyone need a litter box?
Yes I’ve set a Nest up in the bathroom… yes, that’s two litter boxes… and yes, that’s a step to help him get onto the big litter box (maybe it’s too tall for him).
I know… I’ve officially lost my mind. But look! He’s using it! He’s using both actually. We’re gonna make this work…. 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼