This post is in response to the previous blog, where The Pee Master was accused.
Yes, we do have a pee master in our midst. You might think I am referring to a mischievous young toddler who isn’t that precise in the bathroom, but no, our pee master is a cat. She used to be such a sweet, affectionate kitty, but has now transformed into the dreaded pee master. Let me tell you how it all began. I didn’t like the litter we were using. It was a clumping style litter but it smelled, and was a bit dusty when scooping. My sister-in-law highly recommended using pine pellets. She said her litter box never smelled bad and her cats loved it, AND it was easy to…