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.