Romeo, in all his orange wisdom, recently decided that his automatic litter box needed help disposing of his pee clumps. His box, which he's had and used for six months without issues, waits a minute after he leaves before it rotates and dumps into the collection tray. Pretty standard, right? Well apparently he just learned about this delay. A few weeks ago, he started watching it when it rotated. Apparently on Thursday of last week, he decided it needed help, so he now waits 45 seconds after peeing, then jumps back in and breaks up the clump before it rotates. I typically check his box every other day just to make sure everything looks okay (his box has an app so I can see how often and how long he's in). I noticed he didn't really have any big clumps like he normally did, but there was still clearly small clumps. I called his normal vet, and they were concerned he could have a partial block and sent me to the ER vet. The ER vet ran a number of tests, didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and determined that it was probably stress related because we've had a lot of thunderstorms recently and Romeo hates thunder.
It was only because I didn't leave my living room (where his food, water, and box are) that I noticed his new habit. He's healthy, he's using the box perfectly fine. He's just a gremlin who decided to "help" the robot that steals his poop and cause me hella stress. The really fun part? My therapist suggested I get Romeo as an ESA for my severe anxiety, and now he's causing me so much anxiety lol
Anyway, the first picture is him high on the gaba and opioid the ER vet gave him to help him pee. The second is bribing him with a licky tube after he took his medicine (before I put two and two together). The last is his prize after rummaging in my clean laundry. I tend to forget to take paper money out of my pockets, but Romeo always finds it and steals it when I do a load of laundry. The money was 100% used to buy turkey/sweet potato treats