Biscuit refuses to clean his butt, so he walks around dirty. And he has a white butt. Pretty disgusting by most standards.
Last night, after I went to bed, I realized the cats had knocked one of the blinds askew. I don't like sleeping knowing someone could look at me. I got up to fix it, walked past the bedroom litter box, and stepped in something. squish
Huh, I wondered, what's that? I walked to the bedroom and looked. I had stepped in a cat turd, flung next to the litter box. Baby Girl! I removed it, washed my foot, and used a disinfecting wipe on my foot as a finisher.
I put my glasses on and searched the bedroom, I couldn't find any tracks, trails, or residue. That's because it got between my toes. [gag]
I went to bed.
I told Ron when it happened and he checked "his" litter box. It was pretty bad, so he cleaned it out. I plan to clean my boxes again today (I get them every other day, I have 3 + the one Ron takes care of + one the cats never use)
I finally fell asleep and slept better than I had in a while. I guess I am getting used to the new medication formulations.
I was pretty depressed today but managed to get shower/God Time/laundry done. I have yet to clean the cat boxes, but you can bet I will!