Kitty Litter

Charley used his litter tray on Friday. No big deal, you say. Except that it's ony the second time in his life (with us) that he's ever used it. Normally he doesn't need to - he can hold off needing "to go" till we get home and let him out. On Friday we were late...

I'm glad at least that he does know how to use it, or else we'd have had a nasty mess to clean up. As it was, he had scattered cat litter, as my mother so charmingly phrases it, "from arsehole to breakfast time". It was soon tidied up though.

It was funny later. His tray was clean but empty and he went and sat right in the middle of it and started crying. I lifted him out onto the bed, but he jumped back down, went back into the tray and started crying again. He wasn't happy until we'd refilled it. It'll be another year or more till he uses it again, but he just wanted to know that it was there if he needs it!