Belle is potty trained. Krishna uses his box when he can access it. Today I found dried cat poop in a pile in my loft. As I disposed of it and sanitized the area, I remembered that one night when Krishna stayed upstairs to avoid a grabby Belle. I remembered a night when either Belle or I shut the door on the litter box out of habit. We are adjusting to life with a litter box and food and water bowls. It isn't always easy with a curious toddler, but we manage.