you'll clean my leavings and be happy about it. |
when people have concerns about the number of cats you have, the concern is generally about one thing and one thing only: the litter. [ok, they might also be concerned if you don't have your cats neutered, but unless you plan on breeding them, neutering is a no-brainer. and only people with brains should own cats.]
i'm astute enough to note the pleasant look of surprise that seems to appear on the faces of our guests when we're feeling comfortable enough with humanity to bear having people over and i know what that look means. it means that they're astonished, because they came over expecting the house to stink. congratulations, folks, you've just learned an important lesson about cat ownership: how clean the place smells has less to do with the number of cats and more to do with how the owners choose to take care of the "leavings".
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as for the "correct" number of litter pans, my experience has been that it has more to do with the preferences of the owners. if you use a scoopable cat litter [i swear by arm & hammer multi-cat and, in fact, arthur now rejects any other litter], you'll be able to get things out of the way as they appear, but eventually, the entire pan will need to be emptied and refilled. i personally find the emptying the whole thing part to be a pain in the arse, which is why i encourage my kids to spread the love between a couple of adjacent pans. this gives me a longer break between complete refills and lets them have fun by standing with their front paws in one pan and their back paws in the other, just to be weird. it all works out very well.
of course, there's still the question of what happens to all the clumps of concentrated evil. i used to live in an apartment building that had one of those convenient garbage chutes, which is perfect for this sort of work. [except for the time that someone dropped a bag of kitty waste down the chute as the superintendent was reaching into the bin, resulting in that person having a bag of litter explode on their head, which as far as i'm concerned, is what you deserve if you're stupid enough to lean into the bin at the bottom of a garbage chute, but my superintendents didn't see it that way.] if you're not lucky enough to live in such a building [or if the superintendents insist on blaming you for the fact that they got hit with an exploding bag of poop], that means that you have to be prepared to deal with the fact that the soiled litter might not leave your abode for a few days.
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your salvation. made in china. |
to give you an idea of the costs involved, we go through a $10 doughnut roughly every two weeks. with five. the economics of this sell themselves as do the olfactory benefits. i recommend this to everyone i know with cats. seriously. you will not fear the litter again. unless you stick your head somewhere it's not supposed to be.