Day 13. It’s amazing how proud a full litter tray can make a person.
I think he’s getting it finally. Poop goes in the tray, not everywhere else but. He has gotten over his abandonment and is his usual self. He needs a clean out. Beside which we have a new toy for him, courtesy of his grandmother. We rig up the salt lick, finally, what kind of cage do they think we have? And add a bell that will hopefully interest him more than the ball. It doesn’t. After a sniff it is ignored, going the way of the ball which has found its way back into the litter tray, the end where he wees. We get the message.
