Saturday, February 18, 2006

Demystification

This would be written in pee yellow, but it would be too hard to read.

I finally have concrete evidence as to how Wiz gets urine underneath her kitty litter pan.

I have had guesses, and thoughts on the idea, but mostly I am getting rags and cleaning it up. This is a female; she is supposed to squat to pee and not get it all over the place.

Baby wanted to go outside while I was ripping up the linoleum by the front door, so I got up, crabby, and went to the door to let her out. The litter pan is right inside the door that leads to the dog run.

I looked down and saw a stream of urine coming out of the pan, at least 6 inches off the floor. The pan has a top on it, and a door. The flappy door was up, but I still couldn't really see any cat. She had to be standing to pee, and she honestly thought her aim was good, because I then heard her trying to bury it.

Sorry, cat, you can't bury pee in the pan when it's all on the throw rug outside the pan. I regret that I did not have a camera in my hand at the time.

I think even the dogs were laughing.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

How boring our lives would be without our dogs and cats!  With my four cats I always have to try to figure out which one is doing what.  Since they all have unique personalities it's pretty easy!  Thanks for the laugh!  rose~

Anonymous said...

Funny kitty!  JAE

Anonymous said...

I had a female dog who stood on her front legs, with her body in the air (like a hand stand) to pee. I asked the vet about it and he said, you will be it in female dogs who wish to be the alpha dog.  Perhaps WIZ is wizzing to trump the beagles. Who knows!   Anne

Anonymous said...

OMG ... what we are willing
to put up with from our pets!
Gotta love em, right?
  *** Coy ***


             

Anonymous said...

LOL! Bless her heart!
hugs,
Kathi

Anonymous said...

It's gotta be old age Suz.  Our older cat Sable...she digs her
hole to poop in but it's almost always against the side of the
pan.  Then she proceeds to do her business, dropping half
of it on the floor.  Poor old gal...
Love ya,
Connie