One of the worst things about owning a cat is the little box.  The most dreaded part of cleaning. And when Fuzzy got old, she seemed to just stop using the litter box.  I wasn’t sure if she lost her sense of smell and couldn’t find it or just forgot where it was.  But it wasn’t a pretty sight!  I wish Litter Getter was around when Fuzzy was.  Then I might not have had to make that dreaded decision.