The living room has hereby been promoted to a pigsty. There is a clear walking path from the kitchen to the front door, though since I don't know what to do with Cate's stuff, I'm simply piling it up for now- which really is just adding to the extant piles. But there are two big bags of garbage.
The litterbox has been changed, but apparently, the cats (who _still_ have worms- will make vet appointment tomorrow-
manycolored can I tap you for a ride in your spanking new car? I'll swaddle the cats in towels to prevent ruining it) also decided to use the bathtub- which means there are big piles of liquid cat crap in the bathtub. Which further means I need to clean it- of course, cleaning up crap, especially _liquid_ crap, gets my gorge up and makes me puke. It's my fucking kryptonite.
The kitchen has been marginally straightened- more cosmetic than anything else, and I haven't started on the bedroom. Tomorrow I'll finish off the living room in terms of garbage collection, and I'll get the bedroom- smaller, so theoretically easier, but being where we spent most of our time, fuller of crap.
The litterbox has been changed, but apparently, the cats (who _still_ have worms- will make vet appointment tomorrow-
manycolored can I tap you for a ride in your spanking new car? I'll swaddle the cats in towels to prevent ruining it) also decided to use the bathtub- which means there are big piles of liquid cat crap in the bathtub. Which further means I need to clean it- of course, cleaning up crap, especially _liquid_ crap, gets my gorge up and makes me puke. It's my fucking kryptonite.The kitchen has been marginally straightened- more cosmetic than anything else, and I haven't started on the bedroom. Tomorrow I'll finish off the living room in terms of garbage collection, and I'll get the bedroom- smaller, so theoretically easier, but being where we spent most of our time, fuller of crap.
Beats cleaning up liquid cat poo on carpeting.