My brother Archy is what we refer to as "picky." Archy has litterbox issues. We have two litterboxes. One for poo, one for pee. Sometimes, I like to mix it up and pee in the poo box. That makes Archy mad.
Archy also gets made if there is too much or too little poo and/or pee in the box. The box has to be just right (he also gets mad when I call him "Goldilocks") in order for him to go potty.
If the box is too dirty and he has to pee, he will leave his front two paws outside of the box and stand on his back paws' tippy toes in order to pee. Then, when he is done, he runs as fast as he can away from the box.
If the box is too dirty and he has to poo, he makes poo art -- right in front of the poo box. Since our poo room isn't heated, his poo can often freeze in special sculpture like shapes. He made a really good one the other day that looked like it came from Dairy Queen. Dad said it would be controversial to post a picture of the special poo on my blog so, sorry, no lookies.
Purrs and paws on your face while you're trying to sleep,
JDamn!
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