The Mythology of Purr-C-Us
February 9th 2012 6:42 am
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I've been showing Mom & Dad all the great advice you cats have been giving me & Sparkman. THANK YOU! Mom was chatting over how I'm doing with a friend last night and she suggested that my dislike of the litter box might totally be what the Tabbies suggested; something bad I'm associating with the litter box. But that's where Mom and I were stumped. I mean, nothing horrible really ever happens to me! My brothers pounce on me to wrestle, and I purr. Even when I first moved in and Moose was wrestling me out of anger; Mom says I still purred at him and thought it was a game. (Wait, Mom... You're saying it WASN'T happy play?!) Anyhow, Friend pointed out what the horrible thing was; the bladder infection! Oh, duh! It hurt like heck to go in there and to be a good kitty I pretty much was living in there. So now Mom and Dad are trying to make my litter box new and fun. They laid down a new shiny vinyl flooring for me to try and make it to the litter box. (Smells so different!) And they've started giving me treats and hugs for going in the right place. (That's just weird.) And and and you know that great kitty air freshener the vet prescribed?! It's in the main litter box room! Oh I just want to go in there and sniff the lovely air, makes me so happy! Purrrrrs!