My cat loves his litterbox.
He enjoys going toilet more than most anyone or any creature I know.
Going for a pee or pooh is a theatrical production starring Sam.
He announces the upcoming performance with meows, then launches into a tear around the house at fifty miles per hour, skidding over floor, scattering rugs, upending anything standing, artwork and paperwork strewed.
He lands in the litterbox and rolls in it. He digs and digs. Rolls some more. Goes out for another run around the apartment. Rolls and digs some more.
And then finally, finally, relief!
Finished off of course with more digging (fortunately no more rolling!) and a finale of running around the house and rearranging all that you put back in place.
He has a lot more fun going to the bathroom than I do.
But I’m not about to run around the house and splash in the pool (my litterbox).