Over on Facebook, Cris asked if I had tried the Luup litter box. This is a 3-tray sifting litter box that was on Kickstarter last year, and naturally I had to give it a try because I thought the premise was an interesting one.
As I told Cris, I have, and they’re not for me – they do a great job of sifting, but staying leaned over while the litter sifted through hurt my back, and then trying to empty the clumps into the Litter Genie I use (or into a trash bag) was a great big mess. I passed it onto a friend, and she had the same issues (along with the fact that one of her cats peed over the side.) I like the idea of it, and it probably works beautifully for other people – especially those with one or two cats – but not for me.
Andrea added: I had those, they were awful! always making a mess. If you dont get them set right, all the litter goes out on the ground so dont be in a hurry. and even if you do everything right, sometimes they still dont set together perfectly, a piece of litter in the way or something, then it all goes out again. I would never get them again. Good idea, that doesnt really work in real life.
So I’d like to hear if y’all out there have given it a try and what you think of it.
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Dewey’s keeping an eye on things from up high, if you were wondering.
When I flatten boxes, I leave them by the side door so that next time I go out to the garage (it is a detached garage, FYI, on the other side of the driveway, and I HATE having a detached garage. NO! MORE! DETACHED! GARAGES!) I’ll carry them over to leave with the pile of recyclables. The flattened boxes are always very popular with the cats, and you can see here that Joe Bob was irritated at having to wait his turn.
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Frankie is going to the vet today – I’m dropping him off this morning. He still screams occasionally when he’s eating, and also when Fred gives him his antibiotic in the morning and evening. Initially, the vet wanted to wait until Frankie was done with his course of antibiotics, but that’s another 3+ weeks away, and neither of us (and probably not Frankie either, if we’d asked) wanted to wait that long.
Our fears are that the vet (1) won’t be able to figure out what’s wrong, or (2) will be able to figure out what’s wrong but it won’t be fixable, or (3) will be able to figure out what’s wrong, it’ll be fixable, and will cost thousands of dollars to fix. What we’re hoping, of course, is that the vet will be able to see the problem and it’ll be an easy fix. That’s probably too much to ask for, but it never hurts to hope, right?
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Stefan the smug.
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Previously
2016: “That ain’t FAT, lady, that’s BABIES.”
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: I, personally, know that a cat is pregnant because someone tells me so.
2012: Everett’s got the grumpies.
2011: (Fred calls that “Robyn math”)
2010: COMPLAINTS? WE HAZ A FEW.
2009: No entry.
2008: Inevitably, Mister Boogers gets in on the warmth, and stretches out and sleeps the sleeps like a log.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.