So, yeah, the taming of the kitty continues. Here's what's happened: The original KittyWhiz piece was too flimsy. Sybil, who is not very heavy, stepped through its rings and pretty much destroyed it. The more durable (and more expensive) Litter Kwitter system was chosen. After three months of regular toilet use, it was actually not so bad a situation already. There was no more litter box in the bathroom, taking up space. Cleanup was actually easier because of the litter being right there next to the toilet. When guests came over, the tray was just put in the bathtub. All was wel in the land, and frankly, complacency had set in.
One morning earlier this month there were distressful meows. Sybil jumped around the bedroom where I was trying to sleep off the fun of the previous night. Thinking that the kitty clamor was related to a mouse, I threw on a pair of shorts and followed Sybil into the hallway. Where she pooped on the floor. My next glance went to the toilet where the lid was down. With profuse apologies, the lid was opened and thoughts turned to progress.
The next weekend, the ring with the first hole was put in place. It was met with curiosity. Litter was kicked into the hole. She stood peering down to the water. I peed through the hole myself to set a good example. After a day, it seemed that this would be the new status quo. Then came the same desperate yowls. I lifted her to the bowl, and she jumped down. I quickly dumped the new holed tray into previous unholy tray. Lifting her again, she did her business quickly.
Next weekend, the holed tray will be attempted again. As it will every weekend until it is the new status quo. It's determination!
