Disclaimer: I know my blog was made to be primarily about migraines, but this fits within the ‘and other tidbits of my life’ for sure. It has been a focus around our house lately! And maybe my cats and my migraines aren’t that unrelated after all. They know how to make me a bit calmer and more comfy when a migraine is in full effect.
And now, on to the cat party:
We have 3 cats.
Three indoor cats is not what we aimed out to do, but it’s where we’re at!
This is Kiki:
I love her to death. She is my favorite. I know you aren’t supposed to have favorites, but I do. Everyone knows that. The other two are my kids’ cats, and I love them very much too, but Kiki takes the cake. My youngest doesn’t have her own cat, so she has claimed Kiki as her own. I have said that I don’t know what I’ll do when Kiki dies one day, and that I may want to get her stuffed and still place her around the house in her favorite spots. Tears from my kids and being yelled at by all after I voiced that will result in that not happening.
More of Kiki:
She’s spoiled rotten, and she knows it. We sing to Kiki all the time. Basically, every song can be made into a song about Kiki. Try Flo Rida, ‘Kiki got low, low, low, low, low, low, low.’ At one point, we were going to make a video with our phones to the tune of American Authors’ ‘this is going to be the best day of Kiki’s life’ as we shot her running to her food bowl.
She likes her food:
This is my middle daughter’s cat Shamu:
You can quietly walk into a room, and wham, he’s gone, out of there like you just set off a firecracker. But possibly the most loving, suffocating cats ever to be once he gets wrapped around my middle daughter’s neck. And, he snores. Loud. I hear him from other rooms. It’s crazy.
And, without further ado, here is Shadow, my son’s cat:
Notice you will not get a clear shot of him. He’s not one to pose for pictures, ever. My youngest daughter says that Shadow has a ‘musical meow’. And he does! He also has the longest tail I have seen on a cat. We joke that he lets my son have his room when he goes to bed at night, other than that, the room is Shadow’s.
So, with three cats in a house (only Kiki goes outside sometimes when she feels like it), the cat litter box is always a lovely topic of conversation. Over the past year, my son agreed to cleaning out the litter box daily for a month straight in order to earn money towards a video game. My middle daughter has somehow never really had to deal with it, and my youngest loves the job of cleaning out the cat box (weird?) I am a bit OCD, and therefore I clean it out daily because I need it done very well so it’s not more disgusting than it has to be.
And I bring you to a phone conversation from a few months ago…
My mother in law called me, and she told me her friend has 5 cats, and has the Litter Robot. Had I heard of it? No. She explained that it’s an automatic cleaning litter box, and that she was going to order me one. I told her she didn’t have to do that, very nice, but didn’t have to. I asked her how much they were and then said ‘no way, you can’t buy me that, it’s way too expensive!’ She insisted, and said that she wanted me to try it out first, if it didn’t work for my cats, I could send it back, and if it did work, she would order one for her one cat.
I got off the phone feeling silly that this was coming my way, but also hopeful and excited! What if…
So I had to check it out on Youtube. This Litter Robot has a sensor, and 7 minutes after a cat is inside it, it cycles around and empties out any waste into a garbage bag lined drawer, then cycles back the clean litter? It’s crazy.
(I love how the description says ‘warning: cat poop visible’!)
So, it shows up and I put it together in a few minutes:
It’s more like Mork from Ork’s spaceship egg in my opinion. I initially set it up in a different bathroom than where their litter box was, because it’s the only place with a plug. A cat or two came by and looked at it, that was all they did. Ok, time to move this along. I set it up next to their old litter box as it was suggested:
Problem was, the cats used the old one, hands down over the new one. Even though I left it dirty, that was the one they wanted. I finally said ‘no more, we’re going cold turkey.’ The Litter Robot was now at a make it or break it crossroads.
Extension cord because there’s no outlet, Mork from Ork egg in my bathroom, and cats that were holding it better than a chick in the front row of a Van Halen concert. I gave it one week, then it was going back.
Then, amazingly, they began to use it. Although, not gracefully. There is a window in the back of the spaceship, and one night when my husband was in the bathroom, he looked over to see Kiki staring at him through the window as she was using the cat box. Is this really where we are in our life? Wow.
The week turned out to be a make it not break it week. Cats were using it, birds were singing, all was good. Except, when I walked in and found the culprit, Shadow, front feet in the box, back feet on the step, poop dropping on the floor. SERIOUSLY? Like, you’re almost there buddy, come on! Although there were a few of these ‘mishaps’, overall, I felt like the Litter Robot was going to be a success.
Therefore, we did what any other normal cat person would do, and install an electric outlet in our bathroom in order to plug in our cat litter box. (The amount of times I want to write ‘are you kidding me‘ is overwhelming).
Ya, didn’t remember that there was a vent pipe the first place that was cut out. Sigh.
The big test was when we went out of town for 2 days. I was so hoping that it would be a success, although truly worried that the floor pooper would strike again. As I ran into the house when we returned from our trip, I slowly peered onto the floor in the bathroom….SERIOUSLY!!! Poop on the floor. A let down, but since I saw the event take place in the past, I knew that the cat was at least trying.
It’s been a few weeks since there has been any poop on the floor mishaps, and I think it’s safe to say we are successfully using this. To this day, when it cycles, I stop and watch it. It’s a trip! Sometimes the cats will come and watch it also. The first couple of times it went off in the middle of the night, I woke up freaked out, like a hair dryer had been turned on, or some power tool in the dark. But now I hear it and smile that it’s working!
If this keeps on as it has been, it may go down in history as the best present I’ve ever gotten. Thank you to my mother in law for my cat box! (And there it is, I just wrote thank you for a cat box.)