What a delightful morning I am having. NOT. D:

Mr. Kitty Baby was so grumpy. I didn't know what was wrong. He kept making grumpy little noises.🙀🙀🙀

I knew he has fed, I knew he had fresh water, so then...I decided to check on the litter box, and after only 3 days it was covered in liquid kitty poo. He was so clever he managed to position his a$$ up above the rim, and shot it outside the box...twice.

Now, the litter box rests ON a huge rubber mat, and another is in front of it. These mats have rims, and they contain most of the kitty litter he tracks outside the box. He also tracked the poo on his paws to the SECOND mat in front of the first.

I BOUGHT these mats because quite a long time ago one of my cleaning ladies told me that if he made a mess, or had an accident, I could LIFT UP the mat, and carry it into my shower to clean it.

Today was the first time ever that I have had to do that. I will not describe my disgust to you. I will not describe how HARD I had to scrub the mats to get the dried poo off of them. I will not describe how completely grossed out I still am, that that STUFF went into my shower.

But I WILL describe the [i]entire can[/i] of LYSOL bathroom disinfectant cleaner that I had to use in there.

Mr. Kitty Baby lay in the doorway, carefully observing the entire procedure, to see if he approved, apparently. MORE grumpy noises ensued...🙀🙀🙀

"But Mr. Kitty Baby", I thought to myself, "everything is now sparkling clean and disinfected. How can I possibly serve you further? How can I satisfy my Kitty master?" 🤭🤭🤭

Turns out he was hungry...AGAIN. The food in his dish was no longer...acceptable. 😱😱😱 I know I had to clean all of that anyway...but damn. I could have opened a can of tuna and he would have been quiet...🤣🤣🤣