Bruce has been living with me for years inside. Note that I am NOT a cat lover in any way shape or form. I can be kind to them simply because they are another living being. I can even manage to like one or two depending on personality. But I don't like them in general, and I like their habits even less. Know what I mean?? Bruce is only inside because Darrin found him as an older kitten and a stray who was having a hard time dealing with being tossed out to fend for himself as he was terrified of the outdoors as well as the other cats in the neighborhood. Darrin, age 3 begged me (yes easy child played dirty pool) to please take care of this poor little kitten, pretty pretty please? omg Also note that this has never again worked for Darrin either. Bruce normally uses the litter box without fail.........even though me not being a cat person I am "inconsiderate" enough fairly often to forget to change the darn thing in a timely manner. So I have worked on getting better and have a set schedule that litter box is changed every sunday morning so that the contents go bye bye with the trash man early monday morning. This worked fine 99.9 percent of the time. Nor did I fly off in a rage on the occasions when I forgot to change it and he finally couldn't stand it anymore and found a towel on the floor or the bath mat to use. I might have been furious but didn't really blame him as it was my fault so to speak. Although he ruined multiple bath mats that way. I do not wash cat poo, I throw it away. Now? I don't know what his problem is but he's about to become an outside cat. He's only been an inside cat because he's never given me any real issue over the litter box or scratching things. Three bath mats and 2 or 3 towels over the course of 6 yrs isn't too horrible I guess. I barely tolerate the litter box as it is.........I loathe the darn things and in my opinion it is totally disgusting he goes inside at all. First there were poo accidents in front of the front door in the mornings. No way was it Maggie, she still sleeps in her crate. I didn't suspect Bruce at first because it did not smell like his (cat poo reeks ungodly to me) and I worried that Molly had finally begun to become incontinent and started steeling myself for the inevitable of scheduling that final appointment with the vet. I came awfully close to making that appointment too by darn, until I happen to get up really early and catch BRUCE pooing in front of the darn front door!! by the way his litter box was clean. I was livid......cleaned it up and tried to figure out what his issue was. Thought maybe Travis was shutting the doors to the bathroom in the middle of the night and forgetting to reopen them so he could access his litter box. So made it a point to tell Travis to keep them open. I have since caught him 3 more times. Open doors and dirty litter boxes are not the issue. Today I'm cleaning. I spent hours reorganizing the pantry/laundry room so I could put groceries away. (I need about 5 more pantries) I pick up a bag and get hit full in the face with cat urine odor. I was like wth?? It couldn't be too old or I'd have noticed it. Again litter box is clean and although I've been working in the area he had full access to the damn box. I just gave him his final warning. ONE more time pottying inside will transfer him down to outside cat status, winter or not. I'd already planned to transfer him outside come spring, if he messes up again he won't get that long. I can barely tolerate the litter box, I do not, will not tolerate him using my house as a toilet. I cared much more for Nichole's cat Willy than I do for Bruce......and Willy went outside for the same reason. I'm allergic to him to begin with. omg Vent over.