Who doesn’t love a story about cat poo?

One of the first things we did when we moved into our house about three-and-a-half years ago is move the cats’ litter boxes into the garage. After two-plus years of the coat closet in our already-too-small condo being home to the boxes for two gigantic cats, one of whom liked to pee on the tile by the front door, we were ready to NOT live near that anymore. That was around the time I was working as a carpenter, and I was eager to put my new skills to the test.

Fortunately our garage is positioned right beside the den, and we were able to cut a hole in the wall and connect the two rooms by a cat door attached to a tunnel I fashioned out of MDF (with wood trim on the den side).

(Please ignore the stereo cables, old carpet, and general un-paint-edness of the room... we're only human, people!)

 

Of course, we didn’t want to let the brats roam freely through the garage, so we frankensteined together a little cage out of a dog crate that we could shove up to the wall where the opening was. It even has easy access for the semi-weekly cleaning.

Perfection! It worked then, and to this day it keeps our den stinky-free. At least, we think it does… we’re used to it now, so if anyone comes to visit and can still smell the kitty poo, we apologize in advance.

A note about the litter, though – organic pine litter is not only far cheaper than the fancy clumping stuff, it really cuts down on the smell. Now that there are three kitties this is extra important. It (ie, used litter with the poo scooped out) supposedly makes good garden fertilizer too, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to go there.

Awww, looka dat mug!