furball blog

For better or for worse, the fact that one's cat occasionally poops outside her litterbox comes up in conversation from time to time. Once or twice, someone suggests in response that perhaps she doesn't like the brand of litter or has some sort of medical condition. It's kind of like when people hear about RM and suggest that he's lonely, except in that case, I don't care, whether or not it's true. It's irrelevant. I would care if Gracie had a medical condition. Thing is, she eschews the litterbox strategically, not only in her timing but in her aim as well. She leaves her little kitty mines exactly where she expects you to step next. If I've left out the back door, and she is of a mind to communicate her displeasure with my having left, she poops just by that door. Last night, I went upstairs to get dressed for a party, and she pooped right at the foot of the stairs. See, she does have brainpower... now why can't she use it for Good?