Foster the Cat shit in the shower. I shit you not. Yes, the bathroom door was open. But that doesn't matter - if it's shut, she pees in the hall.
Oh, happy day, happy day. I took pictures. I won't post them, but I was so mad I wanted photographic evidence to show Didge. "Look! Your cat! And her doody, doody, doody, dude!" Ugh. I'm disgusted, distressed, and everything in between.
I have to say, though, other than the obvious problem of kitty turds on tile, life's pretty darned good. During those blissful days of bedroom retreat, I decided to do a six week "reboot" to get myself out of the rut I've slipped into. As nonsensical as this might sound, I realized my life really wasn't keeping up with all of the changes that have taken place, and it was time to catch up. So far, so good. I'm happily plugging along through morning cardio, have taken up a renewed Kundalini Yoga practice, and am FINALLY getting enough sleep. I dove in and took an intensive study of my wardrobe, which I'm not happy with, and have figured out how to get it back to where it makes me happy. (My time as housewife to a yuppie did nothing for it. Who the hell was I kidding?) I have HUGE plans for the blog. It's not all happening as quickly as I'd hoped, but I'm happy with how everything is coming along. Finally. The best part is realizing that there will never be a dead-set finishing point and that the world won't end because of that. How is THAT for keeping my mind off this literal cat shit for a few minutes?
(Hey, it's a start.)
Okay, that's enough self help talk, but let's try a more positive approach to the matter at hand. I'm very please to report (yes, that issue again) that Joy brand dish soap gets the smell of kitty cat offal out of showers. And Pro Pet brand waterless shampoo is very efficient at ridding carpet of those odors. Of course, there is still that spot in the hall that I can't quite locate, that I noticed when I came downstairs this morning. Hm.
I'm going to stop while I'm ahead.
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