Sam is almost seventeen. He’s basically a good cat. Howls a lot, but we’ve learned to live with that. Has a tendency to seek out my son-in-law’s clothes and pee on them, so we’ve learned (the hard way) to keep their bedroom door closed when they visit. But it was his tendency to spray partly in and partly over the side of the litterbox that was starting to push me over the edge.
Cleaning a puddle under the box almost daily was a bit much. Telling myself that he’s old and not as careful as he once was was only going so far. I tried buying a much bigger box. Didn’t help. Then, I tried putting an absorbent pad or layers of paper towels under the box, but that was still a mess to clean up. Frank built a three sided box with high sides. That kept the pee inside the area of the box, but it still had to be mopped up.
Current solution. Encasing the whole area, high sided box, and under the litter in the actual litterbox in a big trash bag. Now, when he sprays or teeters on the edge, partly in and partly out, the spray slides down the slippery trash bag back into the confines of the box.
After a couple of successful days, we’re considering this a qualified success. I say qualified because Sam may be quietly plotting revenge. I take back the quietly part. Sam doesn’t do anything quietly. He’s sitting next to me as I type this, little head raised, yelling that I’m slow getting downstairs to get his morning warmed milk.