For the past several months I've been adopting Old George, a stray in the neighborhood. When I first started he was almost feral. Slowly, but surely, he has come to trust me. As of a few days ago he was spending the night at my house, but walking down the block to the home of a lady who was giving him handouts when I first ran into him. He was still thinking of that as 'home.' Well, the weather took a sudden cold snap and it's really cold out. For the past 48 hours he has stayed inside with me. I guess the trip down the block in the cold is too much for his old bones.
I have posted here before about problems with litterbox training. Having lived outdoors all his life he didn't have any idea of what a litterbox is for. About a week ago I did find a wet spot in one of the litterboxes I have set up, but afterwards he went back to going on the floor. Well, he is slowly becoming a good little boy. He now poops and pees in the litterbox about half the time. And the rest of the time he does it within a couple feet of the litterbox. It's like he now has it in his furry little head that there is an approved 'area' for elimination. He hasn't gotten to the idea of the box alone being the area, but we're making progress. And at least now that we're making some headway, I can cope with it.
Oh, and of the three litterboxes I have made up, the one he used least is the one with Cat Attract. In fact, I think he avoided it. I guess it takes all kinds of cats.
