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?