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Cats

Still a four letter word.

This most recent incident begins with "What's that smell?"

I initially thought something very bad and expensive was going on with the plumbing in the master bath, but then noticed the smell out in the bedroom. I walked around sniffing while Oz was trying to change. He said, "Do you mind having your psychotic episode somewhere else?"

"Fine."

So the next morning he noticed that some of his socks were yellowed, and not with age. It seems the cats decided that the heap of neatly folded laundry was ideal for something other than napping on. Great.

I spent the afternoon cleaning up, making use of my entire selection of Swiffer products in the process. The room needed cleaning anyway, so that's not a big deal, though I could have done without the peepee. I had originally had somewhat different plans for my lazy afternoon, involving baking cheesecake and/or the preparation of a tasty, nutritious meal. The cooking didn't happen, because by the time everything on the floor had been picked up, sorted, contaminated items removed to the back porch (for the enjoyment of the neighborhood cats, of course), the floor cleaned, spritzed with Petzyme, and cleaned again, and after I had done some dusting (because, why not?), we were going out for beer and onion rings, and to get some pee-proof containers for the laundry.

This phasing out of the downstairs litterbox isn't going very smoothly. Sparky's been "forgetting" that he has to go upstairs now (though the bedroom is upstairs, so that's no excuse for this, but he's had some downstairs problems over the last couple days). I think Monte's just being spiteful. I ended up spending today keeping a close eye on Sparky, following him around every time he meowed and looked dazed in that way which could mean anything from "I'm bored" to "I see dead people" to "I really need to pee."

We made it to the evening without any incidents. "Yes!" I thought as I walked up the stairs, "A day without cat pee!"

Then I walked into the master bathroom and noticed that the little rug by the sink had been crumpled up, and was damp and stinky.

Maybe tomorrow.