That Darn Marmalade!
He just scared the bejeezus out of me!
I had just finished replying to the thread where the poor girl lost her kitty with his bladder problems when I heard someone in the small litterbox, scratching around...then I heard a low, mournful "Mreaow" and more sand hitting the side of the litterbox.
I dashed in to check, and it was Marmalade. Shasta was beside the box, staring towards the front, like she was waiting for him to exit so she could 'pounce' on him. I shoo'd her away with a hand gesture and knelt down to look at Marmalade. When I peered inside, his head popped up over the rim of the tray and he looked at me with pupil-dilated eyes. Then he jumped because I was so close and I had surprised him. When he jumped, his feet kicked sand and he spun around trying to 'catch' the little sand grains as they flung themselves against the sides of the litterbox hood.
That was when I noticed Marmy's tail was fluffed and curled over his back. His signature 'I'm playing' sign. *slaps hand to forhead*
Ugh. Cats. They sure can put the panic in me.