scrubby

I have a new rafter house. You can see that Mom & Dad don’t use the unfinished basement. I might as well take it over as my own.

Scrubby & Ken: The Rafter House from Laurie Ruettimann on Vimeo.

I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m like 1100 feet up in the air. Pretty cool, huh?

You may remember that sometimes I don’t like to pee in my box.

My humans were testing out multiple boxes and litter. Every night, they were counting our pee clumps to see if there were trends.

The only trend that’s clear? We like to pee.

Tomorrow I’m gonna see my vet shrink because I am feeling more scrubilicious but I still peed outside the box 4x in the past two months.

I say that it’s okay—just keep the spare blankets and suitcases locked up and there won’t be any problems, yo.

More tomorrow.

Oh yeah, I’m still here being scrubilicious. I was featured on Bunny Jean Cook’s blog and my dad took some fancy pictures of me.

Breaking news: it’s good to be me.

Disappointing news: I peed 2x this month.

• Once in Jake’s bed because it smells like him.
• Once in a cardboard box that Lucy likes because it should be mine.

Can you blame me, scrubfos?

Dudes, here is an update on my peeing.

Mom put nine litter boxes in the house to test out different kinds of litter and to see where I like to pee. Every night, she counts our pee clumps. For reals. Then she enters the number into a spreadsheet.

All of our boxes are numbered. Boxes 1-4 are in a space that is designed based on the recommendations of the Cat Fairies.

Boxes 5-6 are covered. Box 7 is in the back of the basement. Boxes 8-9 are upstairs so mom made a separate spreadsheet to track those — and she’ll use her pawesome data entry skills and combine all this scientific mumbo jumbo into a spreadsheet. Hold up, she just said she wants a chart. No way!

This is our pee clump count (from the basement) in May.

Look at this — I hate boxes 5 & 6. Covered boxes are the worst, yo.

Also noticed that I only peed once in May. That’s a big step. I peed in a cardboard box, but you can’t blame me. I wanted it to smell better.

That’s all for now, suckers. Mom has to compile the chart. Here’s a picture of how we look on the computer.

I’d rather be Scrubbin than doing Excelz.