This, however, is my main Waste Generator. This is Gypsy.
Don't let his bedroom eyes fool you.
Gypsy is old. He's 12 or 13, I can't remember anymore. Neither can he. He's diabetic. He has arthritic hips. He hates my dog (the feeling is mutual). Gypsy's bathroom habits are dismal at best.
He has an enormous litterbox, with nice low sides so he can get in and out easily. It's in a place far from the dog, and he doesn't have to share it with anyone.
He hits the box about 10% of the time. His main issue is that he barely gets in, turns around, and then pisses OUTSIDE the box. He won't take the extra two steps into the box so that he actually hits what he's aiming for.
My solution? Puppy pads around the outside of the box. Clever, no?
No. He barely gets on the puppy pad, turns around, and pisses OUTSIDE the pad. You prick, are you doing this on purpose?
His other favorite trick is to get into corners and pee there. He's not allowed in my bedroom, my roommate's bedroom, either bathroom, or the office, because he pees in there every damn time he's there.
Every. Damn. Time.
He almost ruined the carpet in the den, until I found the miracle cure for cat pee on carpet- it's called 1-2-3 Odor Free. They don't give me any compensation for promoting them. I'm not a shill. That shit is just magical. However, I'm all out, and I don't get paid for a while.
I cleaned many boxes out of the corner of my living room, and now I'm terrified that he'll pee there when I'm not looking. He already took a giant dump on the garage floor, about a foot away from his box.
Come on, man. Are you sick?
I wonder what sort of weird karmic debt I'm paying off.