Today, as I was cleaning out the cat litter tray, I wondered how many times I've been doing it since they arrived... I clean it out every single day. During the years I might have missed out cleaning it out perhaps 5 times. Not more, maybe less.
That's 1270-odd times emptying the cat litter tray!
The cats litter tray is hidden inside a 19th century travelling coffin, that I bought in a second hand shop. I cut one of the side panels out et voila - no more ugly plastic on show in the house! The pics here is taken when they first got it - Tylor is checking it out curiously.
When I first got the cats I used non clumping cat litter as it was cheaper. I soon realized that the pennys saved weren't worth the extra job trying to get the damn thing out of the tray, so I switched after 6 months or so.
The first two years I cleaned out the tray completely once a week - emptied it, bleached it, changed all the litter and so on. Then I discovered the beauty of baby wet wipes. I started using them to clean the tray without having to empty all the litter out and without having to bleach. It is heaven. Now I only do the full on clean every two weeks.
On top of that I clean out their 2 water bowls every night (they have one each - Kif one on the bedroom floor, Tylor one on the dining table... It was his choice - not mine!), change the bowl of Tylor's cat milk every day (to fatten him up) and clean their food bowl once a week.
Also, every day when I get home from work I have to give them half a slice of ham each - Kif's on the floor in medium sizes, Tylor's on the kitchen table in tiny pieces (his choice, not mine).
Now, I'd like to know who said having cats is less hard work than having dogs as pets???
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Our cats can be outside the year around, no cleaning of litter trays...but thee smaller ones do their thing close to the house. I don´t like that and try with different smelling things- coffee powder, pepper, to make them understand that they should grow up and go to the big garden beneath our house, as the big cats do. We quarrel every day, the kittens and me.
I give them a lot of food now when the weather is cold, and they have different places to sleep, cuddling together in big cartoon boxes.
If we come home late at night little faces meet us from all the boxes...
Åh, jag önskar verkligen att mina katter fick vara utekatter! De skulle ääälska att springa runt å jaga flugor, krafsa i rabatter etc.Låter underbart som du beskriver det! :-)
Tyvärr bor jag på 5e våningen. Men även om jag bodde på bottenvåningen skulle jag inte kunna släppa ut dem: det finns alldeles för mycket trafik här, och många galningar som kidnappar katter och plågar dem för skojs skull. :-(
vad är det för underbart vackra raser/ras du har... ?
den ser rätt stor ut också, stämmer det?
Katterna är av rasen Cornish Rex. Tylor (den svarta som syns på bilderna i detta inlägg) ser ut som dom "bör" göra. Kif - hans bror - ser mer ut som en Sphynx (till min glädje, faktiskt).
Tylor är väldigt hög i mankhöjd, men istället väldigt smal. Kif är kort och tjock. :-)
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