Still works. Sweet.
I’m surprised, though, when I open up the towel basket. There’s not much in there now. It was always full when DeeJay was here. The reason was we used towels for him to pee on. And he wasn’t the only cat who used the towels as a toilet. At one time or another I saw Phoebe, Lonee and Oliver using it. I’m sure they weren’t the only ones since it needed to be changed at least twice a day.
Now, there’s none. Lonee still poops by the back door, but Oliver has gotten good at going in the litterbox that I’d put in there for DeeJay, the Rubbermaid container that has no lid. It’s short sided and easy to get into.
Gosh, I miss DeeJay and his skinny little body.
Little reminders everywhere.