really "crappy" day

Being a dog owner, when they need to "use the bathroom" you open the door.. they fly outside, go sniff something, do their business, and run to you like they just won the jackpot at the casino. I've learned that isn't the same with cats.

Case in point:

The cats have become accustomed to their new surroundings, and seem to have settled in quite nicely. That being said, I think they're smarter than they let on. I scoop the litter box as soon as I get home from work.
(I have this fear of being the neighbor with the smelly apartment. I've walked into complexes where the crazy old lady upstairs that has 3 cats named "mittens" and the entire hallway wreaks of cat urine. I don't want to be that guy.)

I scoop the litterbox, dispose of the plutonium they're left for me while I've been away. Like clockwork, as soon as I'm done, one goes bolting into the bathroom, and does their business. I literally just finished cleaning up, and they leave me a new "treat". Great. thanks.

I also noticed that when I first moved them, they didn't clean up after themselves. They just left it. Now, they're good little kitties, and cover up their mess. In reality, they're just hiding landmines. After what happened last night, if I used the analogy "mined like Saigon", I'm not kidding.

This is the end result of my seek and destroy mission.

I cleaned that out 24 hours ago. I might have to start not putting out so much food.