Oh Fuck, here we go again... it's my fault... or is it?

Many cats will continue to use a cat box despite the fact that it's all hard as a rock and so full of shit that you can line it up outside and walk from the front door to the curb without touching the ground.

Well, our cats and most others, do NOT like that.

So mine usually find a place or thing to piss on so that they can feel relieved.

We've had coats, backpacks, bags, socks, blankets, etc all pissed on.

Back in October or early November, I bought new cat boxes, scent things, new cat litter, etc.

Then I also took responsibility for keeping the damn things cleaned out.

(Don't worry I am leading up to something.)

Our little mutant dog decided that laying in the cat boxes was a good place to be.

So the cats started pissing on random things again.

Ellie decided that we should put the cat boxes on top of the small table we've had the (dumb, fucking, stupid ass, etc ) guinea pig cages on.

With the cat boxes on top of the table, we then also put the damn guinea pig cages on top of the cat boxes.

Since the guinea pig cages were on top of the cat boxes, cleaning/scooping out the fucking boxes got really hard to do.

This lead me to put off cleaning up the boxes.

Last week, Ellie finally found someone to take the fucking guinea pigs!

While this is good news, she didn't clean up the cage she didn't give away...

So, I continued to put off cleaning the fucking cat boxes.

Today!

Today, one of the fucking cats pissed on one Little Miss's school bags.

Thankfully, it did NOT hold any school books, papers, etc.

Unfortunately the fucking cat had been saving up the piss, so the deluge of pee on the bag & floor would've helped the great flood of Noah's rise several feet.

Putting this into further perspective, this all happened just before they needed to go to school.

This left me to clean up the rest of the mess.

I mopped the floor with the Swiffer mop.

Then I went outside and hosed out the empty guinea pig cage and put it into the garage to dry out.

A laundry load with the bag and towels used to mop up the initial pools of piss was started.

The cat boxes were all scooped out.

Finally!

FINALLY!

I'm here writing this while I'm waiting for the code to compile and my Linux server to come back online from it's suspended state in VMWare.

I was about 45 minutes later than I wanted to start work!

Well, at least I got the fucking stuff done instead of putting it off.

It wasn't just me who put shit on hold...

Ellie also put stuff on hold by not cleaning the fucking empty cage... (It was empty for OVER a week.)

Well, I suppose we're both to blame...

I just hate that it's all MY fault.

Well, fuck it.

I'm not the only one who loves the cats, and I'd rather just keep the one who loves me back.

The other little furry fuckers can go.

After all, Ellie and the Misses wanted them...