Paddy O’Cat still doesn’t get it. I took Paula’s advice and dumped the old litter box out in the unused side yard. I took Paddy out and told him — this is your outside cat box. He was having none of it! As I held him and pointed to the pile of used cat litter surrounded by fresh, soft dirt, his little legs were going a mile a minute as though he were swimming the English Channel  pursued by sharks — or whatever it is they have in the English Channel. Maybe piranhas — I’m not sure. “Look, Paddy — it’s just like your inside cat box, but it’s outside! Now you don’t have to run in the house every time you have to go.” No sale! I put him down and watched as he fled for the sanctuary of the living room. When I came in, he gave me a… Read More »