Based on his own experience as a member of a cat's staff, Lee made a good suggestion about the litter box problem and I will give it a shot. Hint: It involves a concrete mixing pan and it is NOT what you might think.
Sundance these days calls to mind the immortal words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
Apparently when you are a famous poet, you can get away with anything.There was a little girl,Who had a little curl,Right in the middle of her forehead.When she was good,She was very good indeed,But when she was bad she was horrid.
On the other hand, now that Tom has taken to barricading Sundance in his room at night, I have been getting some sleep. She wakes him occasionally, but he is a sound sleeper and is not as easily disturbed as I am. And he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, which means when she does wake him, he falls right back into a deep slumber. There are days when he has to go back to bed for a couple of hours in the morning, though.
In Tom's room/suite, Sundance and Cassidy -- who also spends the night there -- have access to a litter box, to water and to food. And to someone to get up and serve them if they can rouse him. Why Sundance didn't pester him all along is a mystery to me. Perhaps it is because he does not reinforce her bad behavior by telling her how annoying she is.
As soon as he lets her out in the morning, she heads for my room and gets me up. Even if she has just been fed, she still thinks there is no excuse for me to be asleep when she is awake.
See what I mean? Horrid!
Of course Sundance may subscribe to Mae West's variation on Longfellow's verse:
When I'm good, I'm very, very good,
But when I'm bad,