So we're about this close (*holds thumb and index finger closely together*) to getting rid of our stray, un-potty-trained, un-spayed cat. We're going to keep one of her kittens for the time being because Cricket knows how to use the litter box and doesn't puke all over the living room like his mother does.
Unfortunately, understanding the purpose of the litterbox and exercising that knowledge are two entirely different things. This morning I was eating breakfast and I watched Cricket climb into the litterbox to go #2, but while all four of his feet were inside the box, his butt was hanging off the edge. He pooped neatly just next to the box, then tried to cover up his mistake by throwing litter on it. I suppose I have to give him credit for at least standing inside the box when the deed was done.
Cricket has also taken a liking to the mess of cords that sits behind my computer desk. If I leave my door open at any time while he's in the house, he bolts into my room and bee-lines it for the cords. It gets really annoying because he tends to tangle himself up in them and pulls my (computer) mouse off the desk, so I have to climb under the desk and untangle him and pull him out. In recent days I've actually come to develop a technique I call the Scoop-n-Throw, which serves to preempt the situation entirely. If I'm using the computer and I see him in the corner of my eye making a run for the pile, and if I'm quick enough, I can snatch him off the ground with one hand mid-gallop and toss him out of my room (it's about an eight foot throw, but his landings have smoothed out dramatically with some practice) without even getting off my chair.
Unfortunately, understanding the purpose of the litterbox and exercising that knowledge are two entirely different things. This morning I was eating breakfast and I watched Cricket climb into the litterbox to go #2, but while all four of his feet were inside the box, his butt was hanging off the edge. He pooped neatly just next to the box, then tried to cover up his mistake by throwing litter on it. I suppose I have to give him credit for at least standing inside the box when the deed was done.
Cricket has also taken a liking to the mess of cords that sits behind my computer desk. If I leave my door open at any time while he's in the house, he bolts into my room and bee-lines it for the cords. It gets really annoying because he tends to tangle himself up in them and pulls my (computer) mouse off the desk, so I have to climb under the desk and untangle him and pull him out. In recent days I've actually come to develop a technique I call the Scoop-n-Throw, which serves to preempt the situation entirely. If I'm using the computer and I see him in the corner of my eye making a run for the pile, and if I'm quick enough, I can snatch him off the ground with one hand mid-gallop and toss him out of my room (it's about an eight foot throw, but his landings have smoothed out dramatically with some practice) without even getting off my chair.
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