Alley and I are having a little bit of an argument this morning. He's currently hiding under the bed fearing my wrath. I've caught him playing in his litter box twice this morning since I changed the litter.
I swear it doesn't matter what kind of litter box I have, he's going to make a mess. We have two boxes actually. The one in the bathroom is an enclosed box, and he seems to kick more litter of out it than the open one in the utility room.
This morning he's purposely making a mess though. I'll here him pouncing around in the box, scratching, and making little noises. I walk into the bathroom, and he takes off running. It's becoming a game to him, and I think he enjoys watching me clean up the mess.