A couple of weeks ago, Brian told me that one of the cats was pooping in his shower. He’d report the consistency of said stool. The stool gradually got looser and even had blood in it.
Then this cat pooped in his sink. He said the problem with that was since the stool was loose, the cat would step in it and track it out of the sink. I fixed this problem, I shut his bathroom door, so the cat who had been doing this at night and had started during the day, would have to find a different place to go.
Brian said it was a black cat. He thought maybe it was Captain. I thought maybe it was Monica, since she spent so much of her time, day and night, in the bedroom window.
Well, shutting the door two days in a row, put an end to his shower and sink being used as poop boxes, even thought the door was opened.
And yesterday, a cat pooped in my bathroom sink. A fine, firm stool it was. I just didn’t know who did it.
This morning, when I took my shower, Captain was laying in my sink. After I’d gotten dressed, Captain had left the sink. Yes, he did, he’d left the sink a nice firm pile of poop.
*sigh*
But no blood and really easy cleanup.
I love my cats. I love my cats. I love my cats. I love my cats.