Something I didn’t bargain for was how much dirtier the litter tray would be with two kittens visiting it all day every day (along with the occasional visit from an older cat). Sharky’s tray tended to stay quite clean because he often went outside. The kittens aren’t allowed out (till Delilah’s op) and so the litter box has no escape. Nor has the box washer.
It’s not cleaning it that I mind – not so much as the periodic aromas. Somebody always seems to raise a stink just when I’ve put my feet up for five minutes with a nice relaxing coffee. If I want to enjoy my drink, I have to abandon it immediately to scoop out the poops. I can’t freshen the room by throwing open the windows – the kittens would be bound to plop out onto the concrete and railings below. I have to crack the bathroom window open just a fraction – it’s heavy, high up, and doesn’t bring itself to the notice of the kittens as something to be weeviled away at. After scooping the poops, that’s the best I can do to clear the atmosphere.
I sit down again with my cooling coffee, still smelling smells I wish away, and after a moment of peace, there’s more busy scratching from the corner… kitten two has just followed kitten one’s pawsteps.
Instead of mumbling about it, I should be grateful that these kittens are so well housetrained. It might not seem like roses all the way, but when a pet is ‘eliminating inappropriately’ (for reasons of nervousness, poor training or illness) that can be a nightmare.
This was my BlogFriday post for the word ‘dirty’.