On the one hand, I'll apologize for talking about the cats and not posting any pictures, but I think you'll forgive me. Tonight's subject is Feline Excreta.
See, here's the thing. I've had cats for most of my adult life. I've had cats who showed an interest in their own product, but Teufel is really weird. We use the scoopable clumping litter. GF and I divide feeding duties, but I'm in charge of all results.
When I take the top off of the enclosed litter box, Teufel comes running. LuLu may or may not show up to watch from the cheap seats, but Teufel sits down right next to the litter box and watches every clump get scooped. If he can, he gets a sniff as each clump makes it's way into a plastic shopping bag for disposal. Every few scoops, I could swear he leans back in satisfaction and smiles at me as if to say, "That's an especially big one I left for you, isn't it?"
Ollie used to like to sleep in the litter box occasionally, regardless of what was already there. But when he came out, he had the decency to look a little embarrassed...like, sure he had some weird habits, but don't we all? Teufel positively adores his own crap. When I close up the plastic bag and make my way to the trashcan, he follows and eyes it until it sinks from view. Then he looks a little sad.
I guess you'd have to see the whole process, but trust me, it's weird.
Oh, and I'm sorry this is all I could think of to tell you about. I had a kind of crappy day. It seemed appropriate.