I've been at a loss trying to figure out why Conor's breath is so stinky. Vanja suggested maybe he's a poop eater (not unusual with Shih Tzu's). I didn't think so 'cause he had a few poop accidents when he first moved in and they were waiting for me when I got home.
Anyway, last night we headed upstairs for bed and while I brushed my teeth (etc.) Conor went out the room. I didn't think much of it, in fact it barely registered with me.
Then when I went to crawl in to bed, I called for Conor and well, no answer! Weird!! SO I got back up and WHAT THE HELL??????????? Conor is in Willy's "room" EATING HIS POOP FROM THE LITTER BOX!!!!!
I thought I had it pretty well blocked off, but apparently His Royal Self could wiggle through the hole I created and snack away. Now, I have a pretty strong stomach, but even that was too much and bile started creeping up.
So there I am at 11 p.m. cutting MORE plastic mesh (from a cheap old baby gate), reinforcing it with thick cardboard from the kitty litter box and zip-tying it all together. Then I dropped the gate to about 5" tightening up the access hole for SirWillyCat to poop in peace.
I had to snicker because when I caught Conor in the room, I just looked at him and ordered him out. He flattened his ears and wouldn't make eye contact with me. He went to the end of the hallway and waited at the top of the stairs.
After my renovation project, I called him to bed and he SLUNK into the room, crawled onto his bed and (near as I can tell) stayed there all night long. After work today I took a look and it would "appear" the litter box wasn't doubling as a buffet during my absence.
Here are some pictures of the renovated gate and a token picture of his bed beside mine:
|Walk through baby gate, raised to allow cat access.|
|Close up of new hole, about 4" by 5".|
I jammed a piece of cardboard underneath so the mesh/cardboard reinforcement wouldn't be flop back and forth or be flexible. I told Conor that if he gets his arse stuck in the hole, he's on his own. He got himself into it, he can get himself out of it. As a aside, when Willy was under a year old he climbed the curtains and was perched on the rail, FREAKING out. It was a bachelor apartment and I was asleep (shift worker on Midnights at the time). I opened one eye, told him to shut up and that he got himself up, he can bloody well find his way down. When I woke up later that evening he was down and curled up beside me.
|Conor's bed, with MissNicole's blankey|