Thanks all, good idea. I don't think it's time yet for a litter box for Jennie up here, unless of course I find I have to keep her shut in the bedroom for her own protection. Queen Eva is doing very well though, this morning when Jennie had her second breakfast in bed (she ate her first in the kitchen) Queen Eva sat across the room on the shelf and watched but stayed still, which is why I let her stay there.
I think it's important for Jennie to move around, and she shows no trouble taking the stairs down or up. She needs some exercise.
Regarding Queen Eva the bully, I have to take some responsibility here, I've been in such a fog, Queen Eva has not been getting the amount of interactive play she is used to. I've remedied that now, and I also make a point of playing with her after I've paid attention to Jennie..
You know I've been through something very similar with Ootay and Mazy cat. When Ootay started needing a lot of special care, her fluids, and meals so many times a day, and medications 8 times a day, Mazy cat started bullying her. I realized quickly that Mazy cat was feeling jealous and began immediately giving Mazy cat special one on one time after doing anything for Ootay. This helped a lot.
I did have to put a litter box in the bathroom for Ootay, for two reasons. It was time, for one, her arthritis was really troubling her but also I discovered Mazy cat blocking her from getting down to the boxes. Same as Queen Eva has been doing. Back in those days Mazy was not as open to suggestion as Queen Eva seems to be now (Mazy cat was only 3 and we were barely bonded yet, she was still quite unsocialized) and the day I came home to find poor Ootay had had to poop on the rug in the bedroom I set up the new box (I already had it ready)
The funny thing was Ootay knew immediately that box was just for her and began using it exclusively. Almost, sometimes she did like to go downstairs but not often. But the really funny thing was Mazy cat, who was the dedicated Littler Box Police, had a FIT about that litter box in the bathroom. She HATED it in there and kept trying to get rid of it.
She would get in it and dig all the litter out. Once I even saw her lying on the floor next to it and pulling the litter out with her paws. I think I have some pictures of her fussing at Ootay's box. It was a clear large tub with high sides (so Ootay had something to lean against when pooping) with a hole cut flat to the side so she could walk in. After a while when I noticed her feet getting a bit slippy on the litter I put a layer of paper towels under the litter so her feet had a better grip.
Anyway the next time I put the litter box in the bathroom was for Tolly, when he was so swelled up with fluid he could no longer go up and down the stairs. However he flat out refused to use it. Mazy cat used it, and did her kicking the litter out thing though not as vehemently, but Tolly couldn't adjust. So I simply carried him up and down the stairs several times a day for his last week with us.
Let me see if I can find those pictures...found them