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life with cats
When I was little I really wanted a cat, but mom said "no, they belong in the barn" (we didn't have a barn). When I moved away from mom's house the first time my Viscount got me a cat, because I wanted one (and one of his other girlfriends had a cat who had had kittens, and one of the kittens charmed him). He was a dog person, but since he had bonded with that cat, and I knew that I loved all cats, when I moved out, he got custody.
The next house I lived in, with my SCA parents, had cats, but since moving from there (in 1990) I haven't shared my home with any animals, and contented myself with petting other people's cats and then enjoying going home to a house with no fur everywhere, and no litter box.
Now, as I sit here, and try to type, with a cat snuggled up between my arms, encouraging me to pause typing often for the giving of neck scritches, I am pretty happy we brought them home. However, I do miss living in a home that didn't need a litter box!
Our two little goddesses have very different litter habits. Kalika likes to go in, scratch around in various places in the box, till she decides upon the perfect place to dig a hole, then she turns around and leaves what she came there to leave, turns around, sniffs at it, buries, it, and heads her way out. Skaði, on the other hand, is much more efficient. She goes to the box, deposits what she was going to leave, if it was liquid she walks directly away and leaves it uncovered, but if it was solid she will lightly cover it with litter.
I don't like the smell of things in the litter box (yah other people tell me that the litter should totally neutralize the odor, but really, while it helps, it doesn't completely take it away. Therefore I empty the solids and litter clumps out of the box two or three times a day. Now Kalika has decided that when she hears me scooping things out of the box it is a perfect time to come use the box, so for two days in a row, each time I start empting the box she rushes over and starts digging, and I find myself stepping aside and waiting till she's done, so I can finish emptying the box. She appears to be doing quite well on training me. Sadly, this means that I have to endure the smell a bit more, because while she covers her solids before leaving the room, the bits that are airborne and still in the air and haven't dispersed before I am filling and taking out the bag.
The next house I lived in, with my SCA parents, had cats, but since moving from there (in 1990) I haven't shared my home with any animals, and contented myself with petting other people's cats and then enjoying going home to a house with no fur everywhere, and no litter box.
Now, as I sit here, and try to type, with a cat snuggled up between my arms, encouraging me to pause typing often for the giving of neck scritches, I am pretty happy we brought them home. However, I do miss living in a home that didn't need a litter box!
Our two little goddesses have very different litter habits. Kalika likes to go in, scratch around in various places in the box, till she decides upon the perfect place to dig a hole, then she turns around and leaves what she came there to leave, turns around, sniffs at it, buries, it, and heads her way out. Skaði, on the other hand, is much more efficient. She goes to the box, deposits what she was going to leave, if it was liquid she walks directly away and leaves it uncovered, but if it was solid she will lightly cover it with litter.
I don't like the smell of things in the litter box (yah other people tell me that the litter should totally neutralize the odor, but really, while it helps, it doesn't completely take it away. Therefore I empty the solids and litter clumps out of the box two or three times a day. Now Kalika has decided that when she hears me scooping things out of the box it is a perfect time to come use the box, so for two days in a row, each time I start empting the box she rushes over and starts digging, and I find myself stepping aside and waiting till she's done, so I can finish emptying the box. She appears to be doing quite well on training me. Sadly, this means that I have to endure the smell a bit more, because while she covers her solids before leaving the room, the bits that are airborne and still in the air and haven't dispersed before I am filling and taking out the bag.
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