A MOST PECULIAR HABIT !

It must by now be well known that as a family we are most definitely “Cat People”. During my life time I have been lucky enough to have shared my home with many beautiful ,adorable,wonderful cats all of whom left footprints on my heart when they left us for cat heaven.

Out latest little cutie Moth has now been with us for just over a year and has come through pregnancy,an emergency caesarean section,the grief of losing the only one of her kittens to be born alive and finally being spayed.

She is now a true family cat,loved and loving,her true love being my son whom she worships as a hero,which of course he is! She is much larger now, the tiny thin pathetic little figure of last winter has been replaced by a cosy comfortable well fed and prosperous little lady.

She has no interest at all in the outside world,and seldom ventures outside, these days she disports herself upon fur throws velvet cushions and soft shaggy rugs. She has many toy and plays with them all,her favourite toy however is an old fur mitten which she takes with her every where she goes. She carries it from room to room,sleeps with it , washes it. nurses it and knocks blue blazes out of it by turn,she is a funny little soul.

There is however one very peculiar habit which causes much mirth and some times considerable trouble ,it has to do with her litter tray. Since the day she first came inside she has disliked using the tray, yet never once has she made a mess . Her apparent fear of using the”Loo loo box” as we call it has evolved in to a strange ritual in which I am mostly involved.

Early in the morning she begins to race around the bedroom and the landing,jumping up on the bed,throwing her toys down the stairs and this can go on for half an hour or more. I have learned by experience that there is no point giving in to her to soon as she needs to be really desperate before she will use her tray.

Finally she will give a loud" Meoooooow" and I hurry to the bath room and sit on the loo! Once ensconce I must scrap the bathroom floor with my foot for anything up to five minutes. She sniffs the box,runs away,comes back and sniffs again then finally with a sigh of relief all round she uses the loo loo box.

This has been going on for months and I see no end in sight to this strange behaviour nor can I imagine the cause of such an odd habit. Her box is cleaned daily and sited in our own bathroom so she is private from other cats.

Years ago as a young woman it was quite common for us girls when out dancing or at a club to go to the bathroom in a group,a gaggle of giggling girls was a match for all the bum pinching men and boys. Never,did I imagine that a cat would have the same notion. Having to take the cat to the lavatory is odd, you must admit.

Recently I have caught her actually attempting to use the lavatory, a most comical performance though fraught with danger. The advent of a self closing lid for the loo has put an end to this dangerous behaviour,and after all there are already three people in a house with only two loo's,so Madam will just have to stick to her Loo Loo box!

P.S. The hospital is keeping Pa over the weekend as the wound is still not healing as it should. We are assured that otherwise all is well and we hope to have him back in the bosom of the family early next week.