When you’ve got indoor cats, you’ve got litter boxes. When you’ve got litter boxes, you’ve got to clean them. When you’ve got to clean them, you find poop.
But…
How often do you find a poop tower? Not several discrete turdlets piled more or less neatly into a pyramid, no, no. Not even one long turd spiraling up like so much soft-serve ice cream (sorry…).
Nope. I’m talking vertical turditude. One solid giant excremental deposit, at least three inches long, nearly an inch wide at its base and tapering only slightly to its blunt-cone tip, lodged an inch deep in the level expanse of litter, standing up straight and proud.
I gazed at the collection of possible culprits gathered around me for breakfast, eyebrow raised in inquiry. They ignored the eyebrow and continued insisting they were about to expire RIGHT NOW of starvation and neglect, then waddled joyfully after me as I sighed and went on to the kitchen.
I never did find out whodunit.
P.S. Yes, I did think of photographing it and sharing its glory, but TMI, folks… :eek:
The litterbox surprise I keep finding is ants, the really big ones. There must be a next of them near the downstairs box, and I’m nearsighted, and I’ve about had heart attack several times seeing what looks like poop crumbs up and moving, only to look closer and see that it’s ants.
I couldn’t resist your thread title, and I, for one, would like a picture. PM me or put the link in a spoiler box (if it’s not too late). Avant garde art being what it is, you could have a moneymaker on your hands. After all, there’s a book on why cats paint. Hell, anyone can paint. Three-dimensional art-- now that’s ART!
I have three cats, but, mercifully, two of them go outside. When Max, the strictly indoor guy, creates, er, art, I can always tell, because he comes flying out of the bathroom like he’s been shot from a cannon. He doesn’t stick around to look at it or cover it up-- he’s just outta there! That’s my signal to go and scoop, which in my tiny house is a Good Thing.
Alas, it’s too late; once the little monsters were fed, I dutifully scooped all four boxes, dislodging the turd tower and thus discovering just how deep its foundations were sunk. Tower and all were duly deposited in the compost bin.
Yes, compost; it’s true we’re told not to put cat poop in backyard compost piles, but my town does curbside compost collection, and it all goes to a commercial facility whose piles generate enough heat to kill all those feline-excreted pathogens.
And you thought household trash collection was a nasty job… :eek:
Peanut, the one with megacolon who’s on daily laxatives, does cover his poops, or tries to, anyway; given the gigantic size of his (two to three times the diameter of ordinary cat feces), it’s not especially effective, and given the colossal stench they emit even when mostly buried, scooping immediately is DEFCON 1.
I live in a 1926 Craftsman-style house which has a central hallway that all of the rooms come off of. In the olden days before the previous owner installed central heat/air, there was a radiator in the hall and the design was such air circulation to all the rooms for heating purposes was and is excellent. See where I’m goin’ with this? One poop and the smell is instantly available in all the rooms.