I swear to god, I scooped five pounds of stuff out of the litter boxes this morning. I switched from clay litter to scoopable litter last weekend, because the kittens have stopped eating the litter and I find scoopable easier to deal with. It’s harder to vacuum up with the hand-held vacuum, but I can deal with that.
Mia has diarrhea, and we originally thought it might be from caring for the babies (ugh). It hasn’t gone away even though the babies are using the litter box exclusively now, so I’m giving her deworming medication in case that’s what the problem is. But for now, every time Mia goes into the litter box, Snoopy is RIGHT THERE. Apparently Mia’s not allowed to use the litter box without his snoopervision. And then, when she’s done, half the time he climbs into the litter box, tromps through what she’s left there, and stumbles out of the litter box with poop-covered back feet. I do my best to wipe him down with a baby wipe, but he doesn’t much care for that. Which doesn’t stop me, but it’s surprising how quickly a kitten can wriggle away if he wants to.
Yesterday, he had poop on his ear. I don’t even want to know how that happened.
“C’mon, Mama, come back down. We’ll be good!”
Oh that Oy and his perpetually surprised little face.