Mr Jasper piddles a lot. And he poos every night. It is very smelly. We're hoping to get him using the outdoor facilities as soon as possible. Johnny poked him out the catdoor today, amidst a selection of hisses and foul cat language. He then went for a little walk in the garden before coming back indoors for a civilised nap. We're getting another cat door put into the garage so that he can have a safe area away from Miss Dog down the back of the house. He hates her with a passion, and at 17 I'm not imaging changing his mind is going to be a simple affair. We'll allow him the run of the garage and garden along the back of the house during work days, and he can have the run of the house and his catdoor from my craft room into the rest of the back garden when we are home. We don't want his cat toilet tray to be the smelly curse of our lives. He gets so many loves and cuddles that we can't feel guilty about his time in the garage. I love standing in front of the mirror with him in my arms so that I can marvel at his ginger hugeness.
School was great. We've got a lovely rhythm going that suits us all. We have a few dramas but nothing nasty.
Hopefully I'll get into the garden for a wee while tomorrow, if the weather permits.