Use your g-d litter box.
So my small cat, Baby, has developed anxiety about her litter box. She circles the kitchen, approaching it time and again, but not entering. She stands at the entrance and sniffs. Can she go in this time? Maybe....? No. No. Definitely not. And then she circles again.
It's a scent issue, I guess. It's better when the box is freshly cleaned, and grows more severe as each day passes. I scoop every day and clean it out completely once a week, but suddenly this is not enough. Towards the end of the week, around day 4, we're in the danger zone; she could up and pee on my couch, or my bed; she's done both now, multiple times.
I bought another litter box for Baby. I thought maybe it would help; her own box, one she doesn't have to share with Pern, with only Baby pheremones and Baby turds. Now, she paces back and forth between them, nervously sniffing at the entrance of each, refusing to use either.
What the fuck.
I'm a good owner, I am. I feed my cats grain-free organic wet food, with the occasisonal dry scoop as a snack. I monitor their dental hygeine and take them in for annual checkups. I brush them, I clean up after them, I give them fresh water, I give them an excellent scratching post tower, I pet them, I chat with them. What the fuck.
I guess I'll clean the box more. I guess I'll...I don't know. What else can I do? I wish I could potty train her, but she's literally the least intelligent/conscious cat I've ever known. I'm going nuts over this. I'm paranoid about pee. I cover my couch and chairs with garbage bags when I leave the house and shut my bedroom door tight. Please don't pee, please don't pee, I plead with her. Baby, please. Pee in your box.
It's a scent issue, I guess. It's better when the box is freshly cleaned, and grows more severe as each day passes. I scoop every day and clean it out completely once a week, but suddenly this is not enough. Towards the end of the week, around day 4, we're in the danger zone; she could up and pee on my couch, or my bed; she's done both now, multiple times.
I bought another litter box for Baby. I thought maybe it would help; her own box, one she doesn't have to share with Pern, with only Baby pheremones and Baby turds. Now, she paces back and forth between them, nervously sniffing at the entrance of each, refusing to use either.
What the fuck.
I'm a good owner, I am. I feed my cats grain-free organic wet food, with the occasisonal dry scoop as a snack. I monitor their dental hygeine and take them in for annual checkups. I brush them, I clean up after them, I give them fresh water, I give them an excellent scratching post tower, I pet them, I chat with them. What the fuck.
I guess I'll clean the box more. I guess I'll...I don't know. What else can I do? I wish I could potty train her, but she's literally the least intelligent/conscious cat I've ever known. I'm going nuts over this. I'm paranoid about pee. I cover my couch and chairs with garbage bags when I leave the house and shut my bedroom door tight. Please don't pee, please don't pee, I plead with her. Baby, please. Pee in your box.