Chaotic Cat Chronicles: The Cat Box Terrorist

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19 May 2008 03:23 PM

There is a saboteur living amongst us in the Team Pryor household. A messy, smelly, ornery rebel who likes to drop bombs aplenty. (When she's not partaking in other cat box terrorist maneuvers.)

That's right, I said "she." As in Tabby. Not Mr. Meow, the creepy cat, who you might expect to be the culprit. Nope. Instead it's my beautiful, sweet (most times, except when it comes to the cat box), precious baby girl.

What is a "Cat Box Terrorist?"

A cat box terrorist sees opportunity for terror in something that should be scared: the litter box.

Cat box terrorists delight in things such as dropping huge stink bombs, not covering it, and immediately rocketing out of the box away from their explosion at the fastest speed their getaway paws will move them. This is most effective when their people are in the vicinity and doing something that will leave them unable to flea.

The more litter they can scatter outside the litter box, the better.

If their person uses a litter liner to help make litter box changes easier, they shred one corner (or more) so the litter seeps through to the box. And then they use that corner as much as possible to do their "doo-ty" and laugh when their person has to scrub the box clean anyway.

There are other examples too. These are just a few. Perhaps your cat box terrorist has some other "doo-zies" in his or her arsenal.

Tabby's Acts of Terrorism

The second any litter box gets fresh litter, Tabby leaves her mark. Inside the box and out. (She loves spreading the litter around as far and wide as she can!)

She particularly likes to poop in both fresh boxes as soon as she's able to produce enough "doo" to do so. Then she leaves it uncovered --and I swear laughs in the corner as a distraught Mr. Meow frets and fusses and won't go until he absolutely has to. (He hates that she shares litter boxes. He prefers one and rarely uses the other.)

And then, even after I bought a high-backed box, she still creates messes where the hood meets the box. (But it doesn't seep out and drip on the floor as much as it was.)

When I say "She's a mess," I mean it both literally and as a term of endearment!

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Courtney Mroch is a wife, a proud pet parent, and a writer. She's been with her husband, high school sweetheart Wayne Pryor, over 20 years, married 11 of those. She's "mom" to Mr. Meow, a.k.

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