My cat Grimalkin came to live with me in 2005 as a tiny little long-haired ginger kitten who could fit onto my palm. I immediately became obsessed with his care, right from his diet, to his toys, to everything that I could do to give him a great quality of life.
I began reading the ingredients on the back of all the cleaning supplies I used, and I started to be concerned about what would happen if he were to inadvertently come into contact with them. I began to put him in his crate when I cleaned and would watch him groom his little pink paws after I’d swabbed the floor. I couldn’t bear the thought of him ingesting those incredibly toxic ingredients so I started researching alternatives that would be safer for him to walk on and be around.
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