Not a happy camper

For those who don't know, we have a cat, Tilly, who turned 17 in march. Last fall (just about a year ago) a neighbor moved away and left their indoor kitty sitting out on the porch. At first I didn't realize they had abandoned him, but when I did, we fixed a place for him to sleep out in the front of the house, under the front window. As it got closer to winter, Bill put a cat door in our garage door. I let him roam during the day, then lock him in at night. It's worked pretty good, considering how much he (B.T.) and Tilly dislike each other. Biggest proglem--since he showed up, she's decided to makie sure he knows it's her place, so keeps marking the floor under the window. When I think she is getting ready to do it, I picki her up, put her in our litter box, and put my hand over the opening. Tonight she reminded me why our litter box is 14 inches high, with a door 7 1/2 inches up from the bottom. I put her in, put my hand over the opening and waited. Next thing I knew, I heard liquid hitting my shoe. I'm happy she missed my hand, but.... Ain't life grand?