Kitten Problem

My son has a kitten. Duncan Mc Bootie was left behind when my son split with his girlfriend. i/e she took mommy cat and Duncan's sister. Duncan is 7 weeks old, eats solid food, drinks water, climbs...etc. He is a good kittten. Except he keeps sleeping in his litter box and poo-ing in the middle of my son's floor. (it used to be the bed, but now he prefers the floor.) We've tried changing the type of litter.

Mommy used the box. Sister used the box. 'Doo-Doo' Duncan insists he's a pirate and poos...right there, in the middle of the floor.

My idea was to put him, the litter box, and his kitty bed inthe bathroom all day, thus forcing him to use the box. No deal. The second my son got home, Mr. Doo Doo Do it right there, was released fromthe bathroom, and made a bee line to my son's room and did did did it right at my son's feet.

Is there a 'scent' thing I can buy and put in the litter box that will make him want to use it? (My son's socks don't work)

Any ideas (shut up, I LIKE cats) other than making him live in the basement (not a nice place) until he's old enough to get neutered then making him an outdoor boy???

I'll trade you for the yak. If I call it Duncan that'll help. Maybe the yak will keep the deer away. Do yaks eat grass? I got a lot of grass.

PeeDee. Vinegar won't change the smell of that room one whit. I was already resigned to removing the rug before the kitten was born.

Ok. How do I deal with these kitten issues? Last time I box trained a kitten he pooed inthe wrong place. I showed him the poo. I scrapped up the poo. I put it in the box. I showed the kitten the box. he looke dup at me with a wise eye and said.

"Really, mum? Ya wants me to do it in that? Capital idea, I must say. Well, let me at it!" and there was no more problem.

I'd let my older cat teach him, but Clyde Jaymes will not use a litter box unless he is trapped inside for 10 hours. He likes the cedar mulch under the azaleas, and the azaleas seem to like his like. Oh, and Clyde James doesn't like kittens.

Now, back to the yak. Can I milk it? Is its compost good for tomatoes. Can I race a yak like a water buffalo?

MidnightMuse said:

But unlike Kittens, Yaks don't feel the instinctual urge to bury their Dooings.

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But I can bury Yak Dooings under the tomatoes and everyone will be quite happy. Including the yak.

MidnightMuse said:

Try putting a litter box at least inside your son's room, and make sure it's a nice deep box with a lot of litter, so Jr. can do plenty of digging. If you've tried various litter brands, and he's prefering to DooDoo on other surfaces, then if you have a shredder, exchange the litter for shredded junk mail.

He'll think he's getting away with Dooing where he shouldn't, thus catering slightly to his bad boy streak..

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The litter box was in son's room. That's where kittens were born (Girlfriend couldn't keep cat in dorm.) We emptied it out after Mom left, and he and sister slept in it. ( No, silly cats, NO!) Then Duncan went with mom and sis to new home, and son insisted he take Duncan back. So new cat box. I'll try shreading newspaper. I'll try cutting a square out of the carpet..(since it will be going anyway. We'll try switching litters

MidnightMuse said:

And give the boy some love. He's upset, needs coddling (like a lot of guys).

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Well, we can't be there 24/7, but when I'm home Mr. Mc Bootie follows me like a puppy. Sometimes I'll put him on my shoulder and he'll just sit there and purr and give me little kitten kisses. Last night he rode around in the pocket of my robe while I did housework. And everry 30 -40 min I took him to the cat box and put him in it and showed him how to dig and he just looked at me like I was trying to sell him a porked-up Llama. Daughter treats Bootie-bu** like a baby, petting and carrying and combing, and hand feeding. Son does too. He walked inthe door after class last night and Dunc came galloping. So they loved it up for awhile, and son put Dunc inthe cat box. Dunc said 'I don;t haveta' and then they went into my son's room, where, 40 secs later, Dunc dood at his 'daddys' sneaks while 'daddy' made a cell call.

Maybe son can sleep in bathroom and give Dunc his room. We can set the shower to turn on at 5:30 am and it would save son a lot of time....

writerterri said:

Have you people heard of cat beds? Sheesh!

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Oh we got cat beds. My bed...actually a cat bed...my daughter's bed..cat. my son's chair..cat bed again...sofa it was a cat bed for awhile but the odor of 'old husband' was unberable, even after the cat ( girlfriend's cat) peed on it. so it went out. Son's bed...cat bed. son's sneakers cat bed and if theyare next to anything but a litter box...they are next to a 'litter box' Comfy football chair...catbed. fuzzy new bath mat...cat bed. Bathroom sink...cat bed. Cat bed...cat bed.

I promise you, if you set one foot into my house...30 seconds after you get there, you will be a catbed too.

The dishwasher is not a catbed. So we don't leave it open, anymore.

You should have mentioned that before I tossed in the dryer sheet and left.

I guess Clyde's new name will be 'Fluffy'.

So Duncan started using the litter box. We put in some cheap litter and put it next to the toilet. He got the idea. He's been happily poo-ing up a storm. So, yesterday, lulled into complacency, my son leaves the door to his room open and Duncan Mc Doo went in and Mc Did it on the floor next to my son's calculus homework.

"Who left the tootsie roll on my floor... sh.....MOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!"