Mr Smarty Pants is having BM trouble. More specifically, the litter box is possessed. At least he thinks so. Some days it simply freaks him out and he’ll have no part of it. One expensive x-ray later revealed he has an arthritic back so any bowel trouble will exacerbate it. I’ve tried countless litter box styles in order to wean him of his fears. Some days it works. Other days not so much. Eventually, a stool softener and change in diet made for one happy cat. Still I continue to keep a journal in the event that demons return.