- Sep 7, 2018
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Krista has had Clostridium and GI lymphoma (currently in remission) and a whole lot of poopy adventures in between. I’m traumatized into vigilance.Didn't think I'd ever meet another litterbox vigilante. Chairman has me trained: when I hear her scratching her box, I drop everything including sleep and head on over. Though those days have passed. "How high?" is my favorite question.
Currently she’s confined to a portable dog play pen because she’s on strict activity restriction, post-surgery (ventral bulla osteotomy.).
And if I wasn’t awake at just the right time last night, I wonder if all three would have made it to the same tiny box. Or if she’d put the other two on the pen floor. This is also why I keep a clean litterbox at the ready just outside the pen. If she’s used the one inside, I swap it out for a clean one as soon as I notice it, and clean the dirty offline.
She normally has four litterboxes in a 1 bedroom apartment. 3 in a back hallway and 1 in the front room. If I’m lucky, the first two rounds will make a box. It’s anyone’s guess whether she’ll put round three, if it comes to that, in a box or on the carpet. In the past, when she would pass that much poop, it was inevitable that she would barf after. That’s why I talk about bonus rounds and poop pukes.
Lately, she doesn’t always have bonus rounds, and the poop pukes aren’t as inevitable anymore. But it’s still less trouble to remain hyper-vigilant than to wake up to double ended carpet bombing.