Enter Dusty's cats. He got his two cats after I convinced him that they'd make his apartment and his life more happy since he lived alone. Had I known he was going to propose in a few months I would have NEVER encouraged it. 4 cats? Seriously? Well, that's what we have.
The first picture are my cuddly, furry, lovable cats Top: Yahtzee, Lower Level: Ginger.
The second picture shows Dusty's cats: Defensive Mode: Smitty, Attack Mode: Rodger.
Wait, it gets better. Third picture: Devil showin' it's true colors:
With Dusty so Proper, you'd hope that his manners would rub off on his feline children. But, no such luck. His cats DON'T EVEN BURY THEIR POOP! Honest truth. We both consistently have the toilet seat down to prevent appearing like we live in a barn, and his cats will paw at ANYTHING around the litter box, refusing to get their paws dirty by covering their poop with litter. One of his cats pooped... you'll hear clawing on the wall. Another one of his cats pooped... you'll hear it scratching the side of the washing machine (found next to the litter box). His cat pooped... you'll hear clawing on the floor. NEVER are his cats' poops covered.
Experts say that cat owners should have one litter box per cat, per level of home. I refuse to have 12 litter boxes to clean. We used to only have two. One upstairs, and one on the main level. I have recently upgraded to 4. Two upstairs and two on the main level. They are all being used. But NO LUCK with his cats. Rodger and Smitty still haven't learned to cover their poop. This makes getting out of the shower an unforgettable experience when the most recently added litter box is in your "get ready to start the day" bathroom. So what do I do? I COVER IT UP!
They must not have gotten the lecture. I wonder how our kids will turn out...
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