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I win!!!

Of course I win

Was there ever any doubt? In any contest of wills between a cat and a human, we have the obvious advantage.

Mum bought me a nice new litter tray, a big one that doesn’t tip over.

It’s so much better!

My old one was tiny and she always said it was only temporary, so when she gave up she had to buy me a better one. It’s so much nicer to be able to dig!

She has not got rid of the kwitter, so I may be subjected to another attempt at some point, but at least I don’t have to worry about that for the moment.

So, did you guess right who would win? Or are you surprised by a feline victory?

The Hole is Back

I noticed Mum putting the hole back in my litter tray.

The Litter Tray Hole is Back

I haven’t used it yet.

She did her best to make the red one mimic the look and feel of this increasingly, so for the last few days there has been just this much litter, and where the hole is was red plastic without litter in.

She says she forgot to take a photo of it like that.

I think she’s just ashamed of how scuzzy it looked!

I’ll let you know if I use it or refuse it.

And if the latter, who wins!

Love me!

It seems nobody is interested in reading my words, so here are some pictures instead.

I am cuddly

I am lovely.

Me again

And here’s one of how cute I am to play with.

No Mum! Please don't stop playing with me!

I hope you enjoyed these pictures. I plan to post more pictures than words now as they seem more popular. I am not surprised you like looking at me. I am very adorable.

In other news, for those of you following the Litter Kwitter Saga, I am still happily using the red stage, Mum is gradually reducing the litter in it, which is only a little annoying I suppose, and Mum and Dad are getting a bit fed up of having to share a toilet while I have one all to my little self!

Hunt the Poozle

I challenged my Mum to a game of Hunt the Poozle today. I managed to bury my poo really thoroughly and scattered around different parts of the litter tray.

She didn’t even realise I’d done one, that’s how well hidden it was.

She was scooping out wet litter in a futile effort to reduce the quantity of litter in the red tray so she can try the orange one again. I say futile because this litter seems to be perpetually expanding.

It’s pellets of sawdust and when they get wet they collapse, but the loose sawdust has a much bigger volume than the pellets.

It was quite funny the first time she used it as she didn’t realise and put loads in the tray and it nearly spilled out a few days later as it got damper.

Anyway, as she was trying to remove this soggy litter, she found a bit of a poozle [otherwise known as a poo, but it makes the job of scraping them out seem slightly less awful to give them a cute name, according to Mum].

As she hunted out all the bits from what would be all corners of this tray if it wasn’t round, she commented that it was like a bran tub with really crap prizes.

I don’t know what a bran tub is, but at least my game of hunt the poozle made her make those odd sounds they call laughing.

She does that when I am playing cutely too, so I know it means she is happy.

What is a bran tub?

I know my Dad likes me because…

He said it’s a shame I can’t have kittens any more as we could then have a house full of cats like me forever!

He must like me a LOT!

Well, I am lovely.

I am a Cat of Extreme Cuteness

I think that is one of the most sensible things he has ever said.

Except I think he is not quite aware of just how many cats can be made in that kind of situation and how fast the house would be overrun.

Fond as I was of my kittens, I like having Mum and Dad and a whole house to myself.

In other news, that scary hole in my litter has not come back again, thank goodness! Mum thinks it didn’t help that the litter was not very deep as well as the hole appearing, so she says she’s going to try reducing the litter so I get used to shallow litter, then put the hole back.

I’m not convinced, but we shall see. At least it is safe for now!

There’s a hole in my toilet!!!

Help! I just tried to go for a pee, but there’s a hole in my litter tray!

Bad enough that it’s perched up on high, now there is a big hole in the middle and there’s WATER down there!!!

What is my Mum thinking?

I’m really bursting! I’ve tried to pee there, but there is just not enough litter! I scratched a little hole and another one, but I can’t pee there, it’s just no good!

I thought of the bath again, but there’s just nothing to dig in or bury it!

My Mum keeps picking me up (bladder pressure – not good! She needs to be careful there…) and trying to put me on it, but of course I have to escape. She says she is supposed to show me how to pee!

For goodness sake!

I’ve been peeing since I was a tiny kitten!

I hardly need lessons now I’m a grownup – I’ve had kittens of my own!

Who does she think she is?

Help! What am I going to do?

Happy Cat

I had a fun day yesterday. Check out these pictures!

Playing with string on a bag!

I love bags! I don’t know what it is about them, but I have a thing for sitting on bags. And what is better than sitting on a bag?

Yep – playing with string on a bag!

What could be better?

Three of my favourite things!

The third is my Mum of course, on the other end of the string.

She played with me lots yesterday and we had plenty of cuddles too.

In other news, she made it easier for me to use the litter in that silly new place. She saw me make a half-hearted attempt to get onto it, then give up and jump into the bath. I thought I could pee down the plughole.

But no, she didn’t like that idea! Surely it’s better than carpets? Or beds!

She hoiked me out before I had fidgeted into the right position and dumped me on the stupid litter tray! Charming!

I jumped off and went to sulk.

When I came back, she had a put a step for me to make it easier to get up.

Well, at least she had tried, so I was nice, I peed in the stupid tray.

I’ll be glad when it goes back on the floor!

Err, it is going back on the floor, right? Mum?

At least the food is getting better. Three decent dinners lately. Apparently it’s marrinneated or something. It’s tasty anyway.

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