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The gates don't keep her in. At least not while the futon is where it is. She managed to clamber up it and over the wall into the kitchen. I'm just glad all she knocked off was a magazine and a pile of serviettes. At the other end of the counter is a tree of mugs.
She must have escaped not long after I went to bed because Matt tells me she was on the lounge in the loungeroom when he went to bed.
She pooped in the laundry. Possibly because she couldn't get back IN to the back room to use the tray. Possibly because she would have gone there anyway.
Now it was damn easy to clean up off the slate floor, probably easier than cleaning a litter tray. But I want the peace of mind of knowing she'll use the tray and not some random part of the house. I put the poo in the tray in an attempt to give her a hint and we'll flatten the futon in an attempt to keep her in the back room.
She must have escaped not long after I went to bed because Matt tells me she was on the lounge in the loungeroom when he went to bed.
She pooped in the laundry. Possibly because she couldn't get back IN to the back room to use the tray. Possibly because she would have gone there anyway.
Now it was damn easy to clean up off the slate floor, probably easier than cleaning a litter tray. But I want the peace of mind of knowing she'll use the tray and not some random part of the house. I put the poo in the tray in an attempt to give her a hint and we'll flatten the futon in an attempt to keep her in the back room.
