Kitten Thunder’s lives are very hard. For one thing, on the 14th day of Christmas, we took down the tree. While Oliver hasn’t so much as looked at the tree for a month the packing if it was very upsetting to him. Obi loves that tree and was unhappy about the whole thing – except a box full of ornaments to play in, that was fun.
We also got rid of the plastic crate full of tissue paper. It was the best thing ever. But, as he is compelled to do, Oliver peed on the tissue paper. He can’t help it. Crunchy paper just NEEDS pee.
Since he’d peed in the crate anyway, I went ahead and enacted a plan if been working on for a while. Operation: Really Tall Litter Box is going now.
You see, the problem with big cats is that they do gross things with their litter box. Obi is a zealous digger and we end up with kitty litter – clean and dirty – all over the floor. Both cats, on occasion, stand inside the box and don’t realize their back ends are not over it. Poop on the floor.
So my answer? Great big crate.
Oliver was okay with it. So far. He didn’t have to “go” so he looked around before suggesting what we really need are treats. Obi attempted to climb in and got high centered. As he tried feebly to get his back legs in, I swooped him up and dropped him into the box. “You’re going to have to give it a little hop,” I said.
I’ll let you know how long they hold it.