The charcoal filter sitting atop of the box didn’t do much by way or eliminating odours despite the very convincing marketing. The cats hated that closure it trapped in all their elimination odours (think about how you feel in a ‘full’ port-o-potty). We used to have one with a top closure and a charcoal filter.

They are pretty good at containing it to that area though. If the cats get any litter around the area we just sweep it up. I tried the other litter mats that are made out of rubber (look like rubber spaghetti clumped together) which absorb anything (read: accidents) meaning mine got tossed. It’s great at catching any extra granules or pieces of litter that get stuck in their paws upon exit of the commode and also helps with keeping cleanup easier. We keep a grooved winter boot mat under the litter box. What’s worked best for us? I think we have a pretty solid (no pun intended) routine. removing the waste), changing the litter and of course cleaning the litter box and surrounding area. According to some research I’ve done, it seems this is the best way to keep each cat happy and eliminating in the right place (read: we’ve encountered a couple of accidents – not fun) is to have a separate litter box for each cat.įurther to that, managing the odours comes down to how often you are scooping the litter (i.e. I like the theory behind this but I am not too fond of the added work it’s going to require. We are planning on getting a second one so that each cat has her own private space. This is horrible – what, do I live in a toilet?). Cats aside, I have a sensitive nose and I feel like my house reeks (OMG, I can’t have anyone over. If a day goes by where it is not scooped, I freak out. Finally, we won’t forget about it (like we potentially would if it were in our basement). We keep ours by our kitchen’s patio door to allow for good ventilation in warmer months and also to be accessible to the backyard hose for cleaning. But I have to say, acclimatizing to living with a litter box has by far been the biggest challenge for me. Discovering my cat allergies has been a good time as well (I keep the Reactine folks in business and am currently contemplating allergy shots). The cat puke-in-random-locations-at-inopportune-times thing has taken some getting used to and now I don’t wince, I just grab my cleaning product and cloth and get to work. The hair can be something else, hence our Dyson purchase but 2 days after getting little Malee. That cat we called Paislee (due to her amazing striped pattern, and to have a similar name-ending to Malee) and now those two have the run of the house. She looked the total opposite of Malee all black with white ‘tiger’ stripes in her undercoat (I believe her colouring is referred to as ‘black smoke’) and bright yellow eyes. One day, a few months into our search, we met a little black kitten at a PetSmart adopt-a-thon who was petrified of us and completely in love with us at the same time. We searched around for a cat we thought would match her personality well. Her name, Malee, is the Thai version of ‘Molly’, which we wanted to do to honour her heritage.Ī little over a year later, we thought that Malee would enjoy a friend at home while we were out working all day. We took her out to play (in that little cavernous room in the pet store that closes the deal literally every single time) and that was that – we got a cat. A little Siamese-Himalayan mix kitten with bright blue eyes, it really doesn’t get much cuter than that folks. She was white with chocolate brown ears, boots and tail. I didn’t like that idea very much until we went to a pet store and saw a beautiful little kitten there. My husband said that we should get a cat. I wanted a dog the deal killer was that I’d have to walk it in the winter because he didn’t want a dog. My husband and I discussed getting a pet. The culprits of these noises? No paranormal activity here, just a couple of cats staring at me in the dark and creeping around.įrom that point, cats and I didn’t get along. I was literally on edge until the parents came in the door. Any sound, glow or creek in the house would scare me.

After calming the kids down from their night-time fears, my own would set in. I never liked cats before I had my own in fact I remember being horrified when I used to babysit kids with cats. Last updated: Well, I’ll admit it, I love my cats.

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