Alas, Kitten Thunder’s lives are ruined.
The fortress has been culled. Only two boxes, two pieces of packing paper and a packing tie remain.
Oliver and Obi think I’m a jerk.
To add to the madness, I took the mat from under their litter box and hosed it off. It’s drying in the driveway. And their litter box is in the middle of the floor. TWO FEET from where it belongs. Where’s a kitten supposed to go?
Obi and Oliver think I’m a jerk.
Also, I mopped where their litter box belongs and cleaned the walls. They’ve been carefully building the aromas in that corner. All that work, gone. Do I know how hard it is to get poop two feet above the litter box? Seriously.
Oliver and Obi think I’m a jerk.
Oliver has drifted off to sleep in a sunbeam they forgot was behind the fortress. Hmm, not so bad.
Obi just came bad from the powder room and didn’t have to pick litter out from between his toes. Hmm, not so bad.
Well, maybe I’m okay. But Obi is going to rest behind me on the couch and let Tail slap me around a little.
Tail is kind of a jerk.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
Tough kitty lives. I just invested in 3 different styles of high sided litter boxes – partly to see which worked best- because SOMEBODY gets excited when she pees.