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Do any of the cat owners in this thread have a wooden cupboard litterbox for their cats?
My poor boy has an allergy to plastic that makes him break out in bumps but my apartment is small and his box needs to be covered for smell/his digging a hole to china attempts in his litter- ie. his ears are frequently covered in bumps.
I'm considering one of the wood boxes that are essentially a cupboard but I have a concern about it holding smell. Curious if there are any Kiwis that have experience with one and if they've had scent issues.
My poor boy has an allergy to plastic that makes him break out in bumps but my apartment is small and his box needs to be covered for smell/his digging a hole to china attempts in his litter- ie. his ears are frequently covered in bumps.
I'm considering one of the wood boxes that are essentially a cupboard but I have a concern about it holding smell. Curious if there are any Kiwis that have experience with one and if they've had scent issues.
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Do any of the cat owners in this thread have a wooden cupboard litterbox for their cats?
My poor boy has an allergy to plastic that makes him break out in bumps but my apartment is small and his box needs to be covered for smell/his digging a hole to china attempts in his litter- ie. his ears are frequently covered in bumps.
If you're going to be using wood, you want some sort of epoxy-impregnated wood so it's not as porous, meaning it should be less prone to absorbing smells. It'll still probably smell like catpiss within a month or two - that shit soaks in and fucks up EVERYTHING.
Why not a stainless steel tub?
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Do any of the cat owners in this thread have a wooden cupboard litterbox for their cats?
My poor boy has an allergy to plastic that makes him break out in bumps but my apartment is small and his box needs to be covered for smell/his digging a hole to china attempts in his litter- ie. his ears are frequently covered in bumps.
Nature's Miracle has a disposable litter box thats usually sold in packs and is cheap starting at 9.99 if you go through chewy. It's made with baking soda and is supposed to protect against odors. If you pair it with a good walnut based litter you won't smell anything at all. I haven't had any experience using wood, but Varg is absolutely right. A stainless steel tub would work good too.
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Starting to think I have to self make.
maybe if I epoxy the inside and have it higher up it'll work. I clean his box every day but my experience with a wood garbage box tells me it'll hold smell. Sigh.I have been looking for metal but haven't found one that meets my needs it needs a top, certain amount of depth, and considering my cats digging and covering habits I have concerns about sound. He'd dig all the litter out without a top.
I've never come across a steel tub of a compact size but with height and depth for my needs.
Hes allergic to clay based litters too. I have to use a corn based one. It's good about smell so the litter isnt a problem. Long term I know wood gets imprinted with odors though.
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Starting to think I have to self make.
I have been looking for metal but haven't found one that meets my needs it needs a top, certain amount of depth, and considering my cats digging and covering habits I have concerns about sound. He'd dig all the litter out without a top.
I've never come across a steel tub of a compact size but with height and depth for my needs.
Most litterboxes I've seen for cats are about the size of a big casserole pan. Maybe look for a similar glass/Pyrex pan for that sort of thing, and use a bigger baking sheet or something like that out of steel to catch the litter he sprays around.
IDK, man.
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This is my dog Odin. He just turned a year old on 1 May. He's half Great Dane/half Weimaraner, and he's my best buddy. The day before his 1 year birthday I had to take him to get surgery because he had gotten hold of our BBQ grill scraper and chewed off a bunch of the wire bristles and they blocked his intestines. I honestly thought I was going to lose him, but they were able to save him and he's recovered wonderfully. We still need to get him neutered and get his cherry eyes corrected, and we need to get him some obedience training to help teach him some better manners. But he's really intelligent and has been fairly easy to train. He knows sit, shake, down, roll over, out, and potty.
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My German Shepherd, Delta. She’s 10 weeks old today
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My beb has laaaygs.
Dwarf African frogs are still fucking tiny at this stage.
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Bought Lily one of those dog hats a while back. It’s a little too small for her though.
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My psychotic lutino ringneck, Banana. That hole in the background was from her chewing She perched on a picture frame I once had there (before the poster was there to cover the hole) and went to town. Had her for 25 years, grew up with her. This is an older pic.
ETA: Banana passed away on 4/4/22 from age. She was around 30 years old and we both grew up together. She is sorely missed, and I was lucky to have a buddy like her.
ETA: Banana passed away on 4/4/22 from age. She was around 30 years old and we both grew up together. She is sorely missed, and I was lucky to have a buddy like her.
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Muh cat. Can flab her belly for hours.
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This is Karthus, my new naked baby boy! I can't wait to introduce him to the rest of the boys
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i already posted her on another thread, so i might as well share my dog here.
her name is sneezy because she sneezes a lot and its cute. she lets me put things on her because she's patient.
her name is sneezy because she sneezes a lot and its cute. she lets me put things on her because she's patient.
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I'm trying to teach him to ride my skateboard. He ate treats off of it and put his two front paws on in the process. He'll be kitty Tony Hawk in no time.
I'm trying to teach him to ride my skateboard. He ate treats off of it and put his two front paws on in the process. He'll be kitty Tony Hawk in no time.
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I have a cat. He's an American longhair but I'm pretty sure he has Maine Coon in him. 13 years old and he still has the energy of a kitten. Love the little guy.
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Sad posting, but here we go:
One of my cats had to be put down yesterday. His last day on earth fucking sucked ... He suffered a lot. In a span of 12-16 hours, his body was just breaking down, and we found out through an x-ray that it was either due to a tumor or an enlarged heart (either possibility was grim, so we opted against a biopsy at that point and just wanted the suffering for him to end). It all happened so fast; he was acting completely normal until that 12-16 hour window. He never missed a meal until his final day.
This cat was supposed to get semi-annual, routine bloodwork done back in late March ... Alas, COVID and "Stay at Home" orders happened, and we were told to stay home if the cat was up to date with his shots (and he was). I can't help but wonder how much better things could have turned out if it had been detected earlier. Sure, we would have had to put him down anyway, but I don't think he would have suffered so much had we known even a week before everything hit the fan.
The hardest part was watching our buddy suffer like that. My husband and I had always hoped that whenever the cats got back from the vet with some bad news, that we'd make sure the cat was euthanized before things started to hurt (and so we could spoil them with all the food they are normally not supposed to eat, lol). That obviously didn't happen, and it breaks my heart, and it makes saying goodbye that much harder.
This is also my husband and I's first time mourning a pet (as we both didn't have pets growing up). It's a really bad feeling, y'all.
Our cats were adopted back in 2011; we have had them since they were babies, basically. I know it's odd to call a cat a "good boy," but really ... Both our cats are the goodest boys. Most affectionate cats ever. Everyone who has spent time with them has fallen in love. When I broke the sad news to my parents, even my mom (a self-proclaimed cat hater) cried for our kitty.
This cat was a loud purring and snoring machine, and his favorite things were food, laps, belly rubs, and his Disney Princess blanket (which was an odd gift I received a few years ago, but he took to it like crazy, so we kept it. Haha). He hated thunderstorms and required a "thunder buddy" during them. Not once did he ever scratch me, bite me, or swat at me. He was quirky as hell and hilarious, too.
I couldn't have asked for better first pets, really. I already miss him a lot, but luckily I have another wonderful cat to cuddle with while I'm sad right now.
One of my cats had to be put down yesterday. His last day on earth fucking sucked ... He suffered a lot. In a span of 12-16 hours, his body was just breaking down, and we found out through an x-ray that it was either due to a tumor or an enlarged heart (either possibility was grim, so we opted against a biopsy at that point and just wanted the suffering for him to end). It all happened so fast; he was acting completely normal until that 12-16 hour window. He never missed a meal until his final day.
This cat was supposed to get semi-annual, routine bloodwork done back in late March ... Alas, COVID and "Stay at Home" orders happened, and we were told to stay home if the cat was up to date with his shots (and he was). I can't help but wonder how much better things could have turned out if it had been detected earlier. Sure, we would have had to put him down anyway, but I don't think he would have suffered so much had we known even a week before everything hit the fan.
The hardest part was watching our buddy suffer like that. My husband and I had always hoped that whenever the cats got back from the vet with some bad news, that we'd make sure the cat was euthanized before things started to hurt (and so we could spoil them with all the food they are normally not supposed to eat, lol). That obviously didn't happen, and it breaks my heart, and it makes saying goodbye that much harder.
This is also my husband and I's first time mourning a pet (as we both didn't have pets growing up). It's a really bad feeling, y'all.
Our cats were adopted back in 2011; we have had them since they were babies, basically. I know it's odd to call a cat a "good boy," but really ... Both our cats are the goodest boys. Most affectionate cats ever. Everyone who has spent time with them has fallen in love. When I broke the sad news to my parents, even my mom (a self-proclaimed cat hater) cried for our kitty.
This cat was a loud purring and snoring machine, and his favorite things were food, laps, belly rubs, and his Disney Princess blanket (which was an odd gift I received a few years ago, but he took to it like crazy, so we kept it. Haha). He hated thunderstorms and required a "thunder buddy" during them. Not once did he ever scratch me, bite me, or swat at me. He was quirky as hell and hilarious, too.
I couldn't have asked for better first pets, really. I already miss him a lot, but luckily I have another wonderful cat to cuddle with while I'm sad right now.
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Sad posting, but here we go:
One of my cats had to be put down yesterday. His last day on earth fucking sucked ... He suffered a lot. In a span of 12-16 hours, his body was just breaking down, and we found out through an x-ray that it was either due to a tumor or an enlarged heart (either possibility was grim, so we opted against a biopsy at that point and just wanted the suffering for him to end). It all happened so fast; he was acting completely normal until that 12-16 hour window. He never missed a meal until his final day.
This cat was supposed to get semi-annual, routine bloodwork done back in late March ... Alas, COVID and "Stay at Home" orders happened, and we were told to stay home if the cat was up to date with his shots (and he was). I can't help but wonder how much better things could have turned out if it had been detected earlier. Sure, we would have had to put him down anyway, but I don't think he would have suffered so much had we known even a week before everything hit the fan.
The hardest part was watching our buddy suffer like that. My husband and I had always hoped that whenever the cats got back from the vet with some bad news, that we'd make sure the cat was euthanized before things started to hurt (and so we could spoil them with all the food they are normally not supposed to eat, lol). That obviously didn't happen, and it breaks my heart, and it makes saying goodbye that much harder.
This is also my husband and I's first time mourning a pet (as we both didn't have pets growing up). It's a really bad feeling, y'all.
Our cats were adopted back in 2011; we have had them since they were babies, basically. I know it's odd to call a cat a "good boy," but really ... Both our cats are the goodest boys. Most affectionate cats ever. Everyone who has spent time with them has fallen in love. When I broke the sad news to my parents, even my mom (a self-proclaimed cat hater) cried for our kitty.
This cat was a loud purring and snoring machine, and his favorite things were food, laps, belly rubs, and his Disney Princess blanket (which was an odd gift I received a few years ago, but he took to it like crazy, so we kept it. Haha). He hated thunderstorms and required a "thunder buddy" during them. Not once did he ever scratch me, bite me, or swat at me. He was quirky as hell and hilarious, too.
I couldn't have asked for better first pets, really. I already miss him a lot, but luckily I have another wonderful cat to cuddle with while I'm sad right now.
A few years ago, I wound up with a cat named Bailey, courtesy of one of the other Tenants. Said tenant had a neurological breakdown and nearly killed himself and almost took his cat along for the ride. The cat, under my care, eventually recovered, and became a treasured companion. I never knew cats could have Autism before I owned Bailey, but here we are. Something about him was just not wired right - he'd jump up onto a piece of furniture and miss, or accidentally fall off things at random.
He started acting a bit strange at one point and I couldn't take him to a vet because I was currently out of work. Eventually I lucked out and a friend who's a veterinary student checked him out and gave a pretty grim prognosis: He had a blood clot in his spine, common in cats his age. I was told that he didn't have long to live, because even if he were operated on (a pricey endeavor), odds were good he'd never be the same again due to the proximity to his spine. All I could do was make him comfortable as he went.
That morning, he curled up on my feet as he always had a thousand times before, fell asleep purring away like a dumbass, and less than an hour later, had passed on, with nary a fuck given. He was happy to spend his last moments with the only human who was there for him and that's really all he cared about.