We still have the cat. This morning I noticed an unmistakable odor of cat. So I hunted around and found the offending pile of POOP. Gagging all the way through, I cleaned it up. Vowed to let the cat out and not ever let it back in. I'm a big talker! Typically we put the cat out when we go to work and at night, if it isn't too cold we put him in the barn, from whence he came. If it is too cold he stays in the breeze way. When we go to work, I put him out. But this morning, he fought me! UGH! The kids are in the car, the car is running I have to deal with this freakin' cat! So I filled a wash basin with baking soda, put it over in the area I had discovered the grossness, put out more food and closed him in the breeze way. Oh the place where I discovered the grossness? That would be the place between the wall and the dryer, a nice small space and in order to clean it I had to wedge myself in there, stepping in cat pee. I stepped in cat pee fully dressed, sans shoes in the only pair of brown socks I have. I was not a happy camper this morning! I dropped the kids at the baby sitter's, went straight to Target and bought a Poop Cave, aka, litter box. The Poop Cave has been installed and we hope that the Kitty gets the idea. The kids introduced Kitty to the Poop Cave, in their typical smothering fashion.
After we rescued Kitty from the kids and ushered them away, King Daddy looked at me lovingly and said, "How did we get here?!!" UPDATE: 8:47 pm - Good Kitty! He used the litter box! It worked, it worked!! YEAH!! Wait, who cleans the litter box?
3 comments:
Ha ha ha, we have 2 cats and although I love them to pieces, I absolutely hate the part about cleaning the poop cave!
Cats. Double UGH. I speak from experience...
I think King Daddy should do it. He loved the cat in the first place.
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