He is not 100 percent convinced, especially after tonight.

I had kitchen duty and he had Pooper Scooper duty. Pixel waited until he was finished to plant the Big One.

"Darling," I called, "she's done another poopy, can you scoop it out."
"Sure," he says, sticking his head through the door of the kitty litter. Two seconds later I hear "ARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!" and he comes running out of the laundry red faced. "That's not cat poo, that's a WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION!" as his parting comment.

So, there's a few challenges ahead ... he does agree that Pixel would be much better behaved if she had a mate to to kick around with ....