As a followup to the previous post, I quarantined the cat in the bathroom with his catbox after I discovered the cat pee on the bed. I figured he could stay in there until he figured out that he could actually use the new litter. Yes, I know I’m supposed to change to a new litter gradually, but I think the cat needs to get over it and use it. I don’t have time to baby a cat.
The kids were all finally asleep, and the blissful silence was only broken by the repeated angry meows from under the door. I went in there a few times and put him in the box only to have him hop back out. Then finally, victory. I put him in the box, he squatted and peed and then sat by the door like he knew the terms of our agreement. I set him free, chuckling and feeling self-satisfied. Don’t mess with me, little kitty. You aren’t going to win this one.
Five minutes later I hear victorious meowing and smell poop in the air. He had given it right back by perching atop a pile of dirty laundry and planting his flag. Fine, you win cat. I’ll be picking up your preferred litter in the morning.