My cat talks about kitty litter. It really only happened once. Toby always knows when I wake up because that’s when he
jumps on the bed next to me. I give him a corner of bunched up
sheet & blanket so he can knead it and nestle against me,
and I lie there a bit with him, for Toby Time. Yesterday, the
blanket on my husband’s side of the bed was peeled back (he was
making coffee) and Toby jumped up on his side and started
scratching the fitted sheet – I gave him the bunched up sheet but
he didn’t want it. He leapt off the bed, then he meowed: he’s an
introvert, so he usually doesn’t say much. He came back and did the
same thing and again fled, rather agitated. I got up and Toby paced
by the litter box. I took the hood off, and saw that the little
litter left had already been saturated (we had come home late the
night before, after being out-of-town with the cats). He went
inside the hood, so I turned it on its side; scooped out the
litter, and went to the bathroom to clean and refill the box. When
I came back with fresh litter, poor Toby was finishing peeing in
the bag with the spent litter. He is a camel, but he just had to go
and was TELLING us: scratching as if in a litter box, meowing,
pacing by the box. Toby spoke.

Toby
photo by shari smith dunaif 2014