I was stationed in Korea for a year (1984-1985) while in the Army. We had an annual training exercise called, "Team Spirit" where everyone and their "Swingin' Richard" brother had to go out into the field for about 2 weeks and play Army. Red and Blue arm bands, the whole Enchilada!
Well, we set up our temporary tent city and of course, the first thing on everyone's mind? Um??? "Where do you go?" Having never experienced this life style before, I found out there was a section of the camp that was fenced off with tarps and such. Inside that area were half cut metal barrels. On top of the half cut barrel was a toilet seat. Yea! In front of God and all Korea! Really!...
Well ... another culture shock being in the Army!
OK, so in the morning, nature called. I'm scramble to the "latrine' and I'm told, sorry... we're cleaning the latrine. My reaction was... HUM!???
And sure enough, these two privates were on latrine duty. They were pouring fuel oil (diesel) into the fabricated "pit toilets" and setting them on fire! After the fire goes out, they dug a small hole in the ground, dumped the ashes in it, and simply kicked a clod of dirt over the top of the hole. Replaced the toilet seat, and life went on.
That's when I gained an education that day!
After that! Well ... nothing matters any more.
I have a toilet in my camper. I'm using it! I sat on the "hot seat" (literally) only 1 too many times during my tour of duty over there!
Cat Box???? Way too funny! Gosh you've got to love these forums!