We have a new word in my family's vocabulary: Poo-Paw.As in, "the cat is locked in the bathroom again because it has Poo-Paw."
I don't know what to do about our new cat, Roger. She can't figure out the litter box to save her life. This is her usual routine:
1. Go in litter box
2. Dig hole
3. Stand in hole she just dug and then poop somewhere else (NOT in the hole)
4. Stand on poo she just squeezed out while looking confused
5. Get poo stuck to her paw
6. Cover a completely non-poo area with litter
7. Dunk her "poo-paw" in your bowl of cereal while you're eating it
If we're really lucky, she gets diarrhea (from drinking all the milk she contaminated with her poo-paw) and then flings that all over our bathroom wall. After all, why should she bury her poo with litter when she can bury the litter with her poo? Seriously, we had cat poo a good three feet up our wall.
The other day, she kicked a lot of litter OUT of her litter box and onto the bathroom floor. Then she preceded to pee in the pile of litter on the floor (to be completely honest, she missed most of the litter and peed on the bath mat).
Anybody want a cat?
4 comments:
easily the most disgusting cat story I've ever heard
You are so funny. You probably already know this because you seem to know about animals, but there are a lot of websites with FAQs about litter box training/problems and cats that may help you out.
She's probably just getting back at you for naming her Roger.
This is reason # 84 of why we don't (and will never) have a cat.
SHILLIG -- oh, you must've never had a cat. That's nothing!
SHANA -- I'll check them out.
JILLYBEAN -- you're probably right. Now I'm calling her Rogerina.
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