Every cat is different. Just like people. Some cats are more “private” than others (just like people).
I never see Hazel in the litter box. Rarely Mollie. Jake would yell at me when I walked in on him. He was not only private, he didn’t like to share his litter box with any other cat either. Too many lumps and he would go “outside the box.”
Morgan is not one of those cats. She’s an exhibitionist. She likes to be watched. She likes praise when her urine bubbles and her poops are fat and even. Plop, plop!
As soon as she hears me walk to the litter room she comes running. I scoop it clean and she hops in and says, “Watch me! Watch me! See what I can do!”
Before I leave the room there is another lump to clean out.
I start to clean the basement litter boxes and she’s between my feet. “Hurry up! Gotta go!” (Yes, she just went!)
As soon as those are clean she hops in to deposit another lump. She is so proud of herself.
Maybe I started it all when I praised her good habits when she was young. She likes recognition. She’s a “poop” star!