Least Wanted Present Ever
This evening we discovered that Neko had left us a wonderful present -- cat feces -- on the desk in the kitchen. This desk is covered in piles of papers to be filed, books, games, bakeware (to return to mom), & other things we don't have room for (a humidifier, rolled coins, etc.). Needless to say we threw many things out. We kept medical related papers only so that we could get the dates & order clean copies of them. Ew. Just ew. Neko is now living in the cathouse in the garage again. He'll be there anytime we aren't in the living room. Period. I don't get why he did it since the litterbox is scooped (nearly) daily. (It's hubby's job, so pester him about that one.) Hubby swears up & down that it's usually not very used when he does clean it, so I don't get it. I love Neko dearly & hate when he does stuff like this. It makes me afraid to have him in the house at all. grr.