Toilet Training my Cats

Disclaimer: Jake has been using the litter box now for some time. While he learned how to use the toilet, he mostly chose not to... a lot. So to save the carpet, I gave him back his litter box. I get a lot of mail with various questions about different aspects of toilet training cats. Honestly, all I know is on these pages. I've learned the hard way that answering individual emails on the topic of toilet training is not a good idea for me. Much better you should go to the Kitting Toilet Training Mailing List Page.

I really don't know more. Honest.

Sadly, Pizza passed away on May 18, 2002.

A lot has happened in the years that I've been adding to these pages. I've had pretty good success and many huge laughs and met lots of toilet training buddies. When I started, I had Jake and Bubba. Bubba died in 1997 and Pizza came to live here several months later...

I actually started this section of the website in April of 1996. This was my first entry written then.

I have two cats. Bubba is 8 years old - calico, fixed and about 15 pounds but he looks bigger - a solid bruiser but a real lover. Jake is 5 years old - gray, fixed and about 12 pounds. They are both really nice cats but doesn't everyone say that about their cats?

Anyway... About 3 years ago I decided to toilet train them. I got a book. I got a plastic gizmo for the toilet. I got everything but religion. They both learned how to use the toilet but neither of them thought it was a good idea and I lost faith and gave up. The day I gave them back their litter box they loved me to pieces.

BUT, I'm sick of litter and now I've got religion and we're going to make it this time - this would be a good place to put a WAV of the Rocky theme, doncha think?

One thing that kept me sane during the last experience was an online friend. I found one in Joyce Randall whom I met on Prodigy. She was trying the same thing with her kitty and we swapped messages every day. She was a wonderful support group.

One day after I cleaned up one of Jake's entries into the "I refuse" campaign, I checked my snail mail and found a card from Joyce - it was a sweet card with a pen and ink of a cat on the front and a nice note inside. Then I happened to turn the card over and found:

I have it in a frame on the back of the toilet and laugh out loud every time I see it.

I still hear from Joyce from time to time and she's one of the nicest friends I've never met. But this time I don't have a toilet training buddy so I'm using the web. I'll chronicle our adventures here in case anyone cares. (Note: Turns out LOTS of people care!)

These pages tell the story and there are lots of elements. Pick and chose what you want to see next by clicking on one the links at the top of the page.