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Rug Pooper C


Back in June of 2012 I wrote a blog post titled “Tub Pooper C.” It was only my eighth post and it talked about how Chris would poop in the bathtub if the litterbox was not perfectly clean. He went from pooping in the tub to pooping on the floor. It was a problem for years. He was four or five years old when he finally stopped doing that. I previously had litterboxes in separate rooms. When we moved to the place next to the marina, I combined two litterboxes in the same room. That solved the issue.

Now, years later, Chris is pooping on the floor again. It started a few weeks ago when Chris pooped under the dining room table while Rose was sitting at the table working. Since then, the number of times he pooped on the rug under the table or on the living room rug has increased until it was happening at least once a day, sometimes more.

I suspected that some of Chris’s age-related issues, such as arthritis and obesity, has made it difficult to use the litter box. Perhaps walking to the next room or climbing into the box has become too much. Of course, he can do it when he has to pee and he can also get up on a relatively high perch, but I still thought a lower litterbox closer to the dining room might help.

As an experiment, I picked up a disposable litterbox at the Grocery store on Friday and set it up under the dining room table.

As expected, our other cats used it, but Chris deposited his calling card on the rug a few feet from the box Saturday morning.

I ordered a large stainless-steel litterbox from Amazon that morning which is only four inches tall. It arrived Sunday. By then we had removed the rugs and washed them. We didn’t put them back because it seemed that Chris was targeting the rugs. I didn’t want to put the new box under the table, so I found room in a nearby bathroom.

It is now 2:00 p.m. on Monday and I have not seen a stray poop. I don’t know if Chris used the new box or if he didn’t poop because he only likes pooping on those rugs. Either way, I’m hopeful.

Photo Friday: Embracing Trash


Some days our house seems like a satellite office of the post office. I won’t mention any names but someone I’m married to likes to shop online.

After I took Frankie for a walk yesterday, Chris wanted to go outside, so I sat on the front step and watched him while he lay in the driveway and enjoyed the sun. The door opened and that someone I mentioned earlier threw the empty box from the first of four packages she received that day out the door. We often throw empty boxes out the door until one of us goes outside and takes them to the garbage can. The box was too much for Chris to resist.

At Least There Was a Box


Our water heater, which we just discovered was installed almost twenty-two years ago, developed a small leak and needed to be replaced. A maintenance guy from one of Rose’s properties came on Saturday to help do that. Of course, no home project at our house ever goes smoothly. In this case, the floor was bad and needed repair.

I shut the cat’s in the Florida room at 10:30 in the morning and they were stuck in there almost all day. I think it was after 6:30 when I decided that our multiple trips to Home Depot were over and everything else that needed to be done could be accomplished with the front do shut, so I let the cats into the house. Of course, the huge box in the kitchen caught their attention.

It was actually standing upright first when Frankie jumped inside of it. I tried to coax Frankie to jump out but he wasn’t interested so I turned it on its side.

Chris took it over like the boss that he is so I had to pull out the garbage for him.

Floki enjoyed it from the top.

It was finally finished at around 9:15 which probably means we set a record for longest water heater installation. We felt very bad that we kept the guy from his family for so long but we did pay him more. I also felt bad that we couldn’t keep the box for the cats but it just took up too much room. At least it was fun for them while it lasted.

It’s My Turn


We got a package the other day and after Rose opened it she put the box on the bed where Frankie immediately lied in it. Not much time passed before I noticed Chris was in the box.

I assumed he bullied his way into the box but I didn’t see it happen.

A little more time passed and then Frankie was back in the box.

It’s amazing how much better Frankie fits in the box than Chris does. I suppose we need to buy bigger stuff in the future.

The Battle for Fort Box


I made a new Fort Box for the cats. This time I did not put a hole on the top because it just invites conflict. Instead, I put an entrance hole in the front and a smaller escape hatch on the side near the back. I also put several small peepholes around the perimeter so that the occupant could see if an enemy was approaching.

Naturally, Chris took over the fort which left Frankie on the outside planning his attack strategy.

After a successful defense of the fort, peace was restored in the kingdom . . . for now.