Pixie & the crappy situation

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So I’ve been dealing a week or so with a new situation in my household. Pixie isn’t wanting to use the bathroom (numero dos) in her litter box. It’s weird, cause she has no problem peeing in there, but she is doing other matters by my front door, on the carpet, I might add.

I know she’s having a bit of transition anxiety. In an effort to make my bathroom cleaner, I moved her litter box from a space under my sink (there’s an opening for a chair as if it were a vanity setup) to the space next to the water heater. I thought she would be ok with this change since that actually was the spot of her litter box for quite a while. I don’t know if she gets freaked out by the sound of the air conditioner or what, but she is somehow upset by this new scene.

I have for 2 nights in a row, grabbed her and put her in the litter box. She doesn’t like this in the least, but I don’t know what else to do. Actually tonight I took her to the spot of the crime to show her what she did and proceeded to put her in the litter box. She scratched me a good one tonight with her back claw on my leg. It is so not easy catching her in the first place…I have to lay down and coax her to get in bed with me, then I have to grab her when she’s in just the right spot. She HATES being picked up and is petrified. I don’t do this to her very often, but sometimes I can’t help it. The good news is that she gets over it after a couple of minutes. I’ve literally freaked her out by picking her up (she’s ran away to hide) and then a couple of minutes later she’s back rubbing against my feet wanting attention. So I don’t think I’m emotionally scarring her too much.

Have any of you guys had a similar issue with kitty potty training? I’d love to hear your tactics if so.

Until next time Swellions!


P.S. I feel kinda bad linking this after sharing my gross cat story, but I was excited just a second ago seeing this new “secret” rehearsal video of Brit Brit. Admittedly, I’ve always rooted for the girl, what can I say?

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  1. says

    We used to have a cat that we would let outside – he loved it. If it was too cold or we didn’t want to wait until he decided he was ready to come in (late at night) we wouldn’t let him out… he would then proceed to poop on our counter tops.

    This was obviously his way of saying he was very unhappy with us and would not stop doing it until we let him outside. Then he would leave us gifts of dead rodents and birds…

    I loved that cat.

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