Since the cat litter boxes are down cellar, I go down each night to scoop. Tasha comes down with me, to "supervise." This is the scene at the top of the stairs:
That's Darlin' Marlin on the left, and foster Willy on the right.
Marlin is whining the whole time I am down there.
This also happens when I am doing laundry, as the washing machine and dryer are down there too. Marlin HAS been down there, he KNOWS there is no way for me to get out! Doesn't matter. I had to stop him coming down, though. He has such bad hips, and the stairs are open back. Last time he was going up, his hips gave out and he was slipping through the stair; lucky for him I was right behind him and was able to grab him.
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