Remember the Furry Freak Brothers? There was a little sub-comic strip at the end of each comic story called Fat Freddy’s Cat, who was always pooping in his boot or his hat or something.
Had a cat once who acted like a feral cat, even though he was one of a litter from my daughter’s cat, who had been born in our house, had never been abused, or left to fend for himself.
I’ve never used a litter box, our cats always went outside, but this cat would meow at the door to be let out and you had to basically tiptoe up to him, not get too close, and gingerly reach over to turn the doorknob. If you got too close to him in thhis process, he’d turn and run up the stairs and pee in my clothes basket.
He was also stupid. I had a glass roof over my back porch and I couldn’t figure out where the scraping sound I was hearing was coming from one day. Then I saw the cat on the glass roof, where he’d taken a dump and was scratching at the glass, trying to cover it up.