Mischief wrote:

"YOU!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG YOU'VE
BEEN GONE?? OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!!"

So i opened the door. Ah, home sweet home. I took a deep breath.

And gagged at the smell of cat pee. I look down and at my feet is a
dishrag, and boy did it reek.

[snip]

Of course as soon as I got out of the bath and opened the door.
Mayhem was right there complaining and protesting. She then jumped on
the bed, rolled on her back and demanded that I settle up for the week
and a half's tummy rubs she had been depreived of.

Mischief and Mayhem have been fighting for attention, especially when
i'm trying to sleep, since i'm exhausted.


Well, pee smell and all, isn't it nice to get a good reception when you
come back from a long trip?

But didn't your roommate find it unpleasant to live with an unscooped
litter box?? I mean, cleaning it occasionally wouldn't have just been
a nice thing to do for YOU or for the CATS, but for HERSELF as well...
I would think...

Did you get pictures of your installation/art project/whatever you did?
I'd love to see it.

Joyce