I had to watch him like a hawk last night but it paid off - he tried to do a #1 at the bottom of the basement stairs (not surprising since he had an 'accident' there the night before - but in his defense my mom was cleaning the litter tray), and after A LOT of coaxing and treats, he finally did it - front paws on the seat, back paws in the litter tray, and #1 right in the hole, so all I had to do was flush! Hope he keeps this up, because it's stressful to be this obsessed with animal's toilet habits. I didn't see him do #2 this morning, but it definitely didn't go through the hole, but he had another successful #1. Hmm, I'm beginning to think my life is kinda sad.
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