I’m cleaning this weekend, albeit slowly and with some caution because I have a screaming headache that won’t go away. Slow or not, though, I’m cleaning. I just vaccumed the kitchen, living room, hall, and hall bath. Soon, I’ll be shutting myself in the back room with Eve Dallas in my earbuds and a slew of plastic totes.
As I did the kitchen, I moved the four-foot-tall red shutter that I use as a standing screen aside, and vaccumed the sawdust out of the doormat in front of the catboxes, and marveled at the brilliance of the whole setup.
(My dining area, about a year ago. Much the same today, though the table and desk have been shoved around some.)
A friend, upon coming into my house, once commented on the shiny red screen with the half-moon cutout. (I got it from my uncle Pat’s grandmother’s restaurant when he was cleaning up the estate – I actually have two of them, but when I moved to this house I spraypainted one of them ruby red to go in the kitchen. The other is in the garage.) When I said “the catboxes are behind it”, she said, “Oh, you gave them privacy!” Well, sort of. I mean, yeah, they get privacy, if you consider pooping in an open air cubicle to be privacy, but really, it’s so I don’t have to watch. Or look at it after. It works for me.
And then when Justin and I were at Lowes one day, I was studying door mats and explained to him that I wanted to put a rug under the boxes so that it would catch some of the sawdust that comes out of the boxes when they kick and cover. (I use cedar sawdust litter; nothing neutralizes ammonia as well as it does.) He helped me pick one out – super-deep treads, 2′ x 3′. And then he engineered Catbox Corner. The two boxes sit behind the rug, the rug makes a sort of a landing pad, and the screen sits just so that the cats are forced to walk across the rug coming or going. It’s a traffic cone for pooping cats.
It works, man. There’s way less sawdust on the floors, the chance of a random rolling cat turd has become virtually nil, and I can vacuum up the sawdust when I do the floors with no problem.
And, yes, I know… I just wrote 300 words about the litterbox. I know. I know! But really, a house free of escaped dessicated turds and with 95% less sawdust on my feet is a HAPPY HOUSE AND DESERVES RECOGNITION. CAPS LOCK IS HOW I FEEL INSIDE, RICK.
Plus, the cats have their privacy. Very important, that.