One Problem at a Time

I'm working on getting Norbert to stop shooting litter all over the place.

I'm still puzzling over how she manages to get litter between my sheets, even when I make my bed every morning.

I would love to persuade Norbert to quit biting my toes.

I would be ecstatic if she would sleep between the hours of 10:30pm and 6:30am.

But I've figured out a way to keep my floor dry and free of "kitty litter soup," a mouth watering slime of kitty litter which has been soaked in water dish splashage. Norbert isn't wild about the fix, but she seems to be dealing. (I think she's mortified to be drinking out of something festooned with cartoon pictures of rodents.)