I had a lovely day with Chef.  We went to a fireman's muster (which didn't happen because the firemen were called to action) and a balloon festival (which didn't happen because of the wind).  When we got home I had a couple of lovely cocktails and some food.  The cat decided the litter box was in front of the kitchen sink instead of the basement.  I cleaned it up.  Drunkenness didn't help.  I had to concentrate very hard to clean things properly.  Her boxes (yes, multiple) were cleaned two days ago.  What the hell is her problem? I guess we forgot to order boneless spare ribs which she loves. Blame Chef.  He ordered the take out.  All I did was feed the cats and then clean up the mess.  Have you ever tried to wash a floor when you're plowed?

I need some water.

You got plowed off a couple of cocktails with food? Were these doubles or what?

Cat poop when you're plowed? You're lucky you didn't toss your cookies right on top of it all.

My sister's cat started missing the box - she found out what the problem was. When she cleaned out the litter box, she scrubbed it out with bleach. The cat wouldn't go in a bleach smelling box. I just told her she was freakin anal to scrub out a litter box with bleach just so a stupid cat could crap in it. But she's a bit more of a neat freak than I am.