number two household cat. alias Riki the Red, Daniel Boone Hat (a whole 'nother story) Stealth Bomber, The Grand Poobah and "You f#*king shit of a thing!"
MIL says he has classic litter aversion. i say he's just an @rsehole who will crap and piss anywhere he damn well pleases because he was never trained properly.
every morning i clean up cat crap off the floors - i have to get up before anyone else and watch where i step because he'll do it in front of the vanity, outside the bathroom door, outside the toilet door, outside the laundry...there's THREE litter trays and MIL picks them up daily. litter is changed every second day, and the shit of a thing will crap on the floor regardless whether it's been a day or a few minutes since they've been changed. i'm constantly vigilant because he'll do up to six craps in a day - interestingly tho he'll only piss on the floors at night, he'll go to the trays during the day.
i start my day scouting for landmines and mopping up cat piss before i can even get to the toilet myself and i'm afraid to get up during the night for fear of stepping in a stealth bomb. which is wreaking havoc on my own bladder.
i swear i'm about to punt this cat into orbit - and the damn thing knows it, because he skedaddles every time he sees me.
/rant
and another LTIH - whatever whiny-voiced female they're plugging heavily on the radio at the moment. it's like nails down a freaking blackboard to crappy electronic music. i'd rather listen to Chipmunk Punk.