Now I know there's a lot of people out there who'll be like, "why is she telling us this!" but I feel like shouting this from the rooftop, it's that exciting for me!
Firstly, my room stinks right now. I know this is disgusting. I actually love neatness and clean places. I think my favorite thing in the house is a squeaky clean kitchen. The kind where you can see your reflection in metallic surfaces, and sit on the floor and read books. So having my room, not to mention my bathroom, stink is the worst part about having cats. I absolutely hate it! I've gone through cans of air freshner's in just a week, so I can't imagine living like this forever.
Secondly, I have to get the litter changed every 24 hours, which involves either stealing sand from our neighbour's in-the-process-of-being-renovated house, or buying litter, which is just painful (paying for dirt, really?!).
Therefore, this toilet training business seems very cool. Basically, the cat uses the toilet, and someone just needs to fluck afterwards. No stink, no mess, no litter. Awesome.
All these websites I looked at, including a toilet-training support group for cat owners (I kid you not!), said it would take months and months. There are people who've been training their cats for years (yes, years!) and have not progressed much further than raising the litter box to the toilet's height. I was expecting I would still be at this when the entire tubbar came in for summer vacations, imagining the jokes (at my expense) not to mention the cats completely forgetting all they learnt during summer vacation. Not very motivating, I must admit.
Anyway, after slowly moving the litter box to the bathroom, then moving it to the height of the toilet, and finally moving it on top of the toilet, I asked Baba to help me figure out what kind of bowl to put in the toilet (considering I need to cut holes into it's bottom later). 30 minutes ago Itook the bold step of putting litter inside the bowl and putting it in the toilet (disgusting to think about, but the only way to train the cat). Right after I did this, Charlie came strolling into the bathroom, jumped on the toilet, and after some persuasion, did his business in the bowl. Yay!
Of course, Tyler hasn't accepted the new contraption yet, but as he has less issues with changes of the two I think he'll come around eventually. He probably needs time to digest all the food he ate today (both his and Charlie's) before he attempts to balance on the toilet seat. Fatty.
