So apparently this is not just the thing he's been waiting for. The toilet-top tray has not been touched.
Furthermore, this morning I was forced to hastily leap from the shower as I watched Costello stand with all feet in the litterbox (the old one) and pee horizontally towards the door of the bathroom. The leap was not to stop him and redirect the stream (it was too late for that), but to put a sponge in the path of the pool relentlessly advancing toward the place where linoleum meets carpet in the hallway.
The good news is that when I eagerly/fearfully peeked in the bathroom after work, although the toilet-top litter tray remained pristine, 2 types of deposits had been neatly made in the old box on the floor. Not a drop elsewhere, as far as I could tell. Such a discovery is always cause for celebration for me these days.
Tonight I'll move the floor box next to the toilet and see what that leads to.
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