Back when Jake was alive I had a collection of white towels. I called them pee towels because that’s what they were.
Jake was fastidious with his toilet. He didn’t like to walk in a litter box that had pee lumps. With three other cats in the house, even with frequent scooping, there were pee balls in there. In that case he would look for something soft and absorbent to pee on.
At first it was throw carpets. He was considerate. They always were the ones that you can toss in the washer.
Once he mistook my hip waders for something soft and absorbent. It took a long time to get that dang smell out of the rubber vinyl.
I started to put a towel down for him to use at his discretion to make laundry easier.
He never pooped on them. They were “pee” only. He would poop in the box or yowl to go outside and poop there. No accidents or miscalculations.
The towels were washed with bleach therefore they were white. We used them to dry off outdoor furniture and for other tasks but they were always called the pee towels.
Jake has been gone almost a year and we still have his pee towels. We used them last week when the dishwasher broke and flooded the kitchen.
“I’ll get the pee towels!”
Some things never change!
Here is the morning ritual between Jake and Morgan up until a few months before his death. No cats were injured or encouraged.