White Wednesday

Starla writes:

Tomorrow, Mommy is going to take away my special litter box! She says the rest of the household is getting better at not chasing me, so she and Daddy want to see if I'll go out and use the big box in the bathroom most of the time again. Hmph! What about Tabby? She still chases me! In fact, she now gets put in "time-out" every time she bothers me. They lock her in the bedroom or the bathroom until she quiets down. Boy does she ever scream for a while until she realizes they're not going to let her out until she behaves! Then I get to explore and really be myself, because I don't have to worry about her chasing and cornering me.

Mommy and Daddy say I need to "whup her furry butt", but I don't like to swat. I do occasionally swat, but only if someone else goes first. The only thing I hit is my string. And that, I ATTACK!!!!

I wanted to snuggle with my best pal Skylar today, so I made my way down from the top of the couch onto the main part, where he was lying. I snuggled down right beside him and it was very cozy for a few seconds, until he woke up and saw me there. Sometimes when he wakes up he's very grumpy. He looked at me, stood up, and jumped down off the couch to go eat. He was all grumpy, and wouldn't even look at Daddy. I was a bit shocked by his reaction, and looked at Mommy and Daddy with very sad eyes. Did I do something wrong by snuggling with him? No, they said. He just sometimes is like that. And they petted me and told me I was a good kitty, and that Skylar still loves me. After he woke up a bit more, he came back and lay down a few inches away from me. I guess he still loves me.

White Wednesday

Starla writes:

I've got my very own litterbox now! A couple days ago, Daddy woke up from a nap and smelled something awful under the couch. I was sitting in my own pee, with Carbon a paw away. Daddy chased Carbon away and told him he was naughty, then cleaned up the mess and cleaned me up.

When Mommy got home that night, there were poop nuggets under the couch. Obviously, they'd trapped me under there again, so I couldn't run to the bathroom. She got a box lid from one of the delivery boxes, filled it with litter, and put it under the end of the couch.

Now, whenever I need to go potty, I just jump under the couch and use my own personal box. It's so handy, the others can't use it (I guard it from Tabby, and I swatted her after she tried to get to it), and I don't have to "run the gauntlet" with a full bladder. I've actually been more social since my box appeared. I hopped up on Daddy's lap yesterday and kneaded for a while, being petted. When Mommy took her nap, I ran in and napped under the dresser (a spot I could defend if needed) the whole time so I could be near her.