Seriously. I actually took a picture. Of cat poop. And I had every intention of posting it here before I stopped and thought, Really? Cat shit? That’s how low you’ve sunk? Then I felt bad about myself and the general state of my blog and decided not to after all. You’re welcome.
So, we’re moving. And I’m surprisingly excited. Except for all this extra furniture that we’ll have to sell or store (the still relatively new furniture that we bought to fill the living room we never used), there’s really no love lost here.
We’re moving to a great location and our new place has this incredibly cozy feel to it even as soon as you approach the front door. And, call me a freak if you must, but I am positively giddy at the prospect of going through all the crap we’ve accumulated in this apartment over the last five years and finally getting organized. God, I love organization.
There’s just one teeny tiny problem. (And it’s neither teeny nor tiny.) In fact, it’s rather gigantic and I can’t quit obsessing about it. It’s the one thing that could melt my excitement into a puddle of morose frustration and failure.
The litter box.
What the hell do we do with the litter box???
I never consciously acknowledged this before, but The Husband and I have always lived in two bedroom, two bathroom apartments. The extra bathroom, as far as I was concerned, was for the cats. That’s where the litter box went. Far, far away from my bathroom so that I never had to worry about seeing it, smelling it, or stepping on little bits of litter.
I do not enjoy stepping on little bits of litter. It’s gross. And uncomfortable. And even if it hadn’t been tossed around with feces at one time or another, the feeling of stepping on those itty bitty pebbles would still make me want to kill someone.
I’ve thought of this from several angles and I just don’t think I can handle the litter box being in any other room of the house. That just doesn’t work for me. POOP BELONGS IN A BATHROOM. Preferably in a toilet. Preferably flushed down a toilet by someone other than me so that I’d never have to deal with it. The end.
I thought of putting it in the bathtub. The litter box is light and easy to lift in and out when needed, it would be easily accessible for cleaning, and it would eliminate cat little on the bathroom floor… But I’ve found (in the last twenty-four hours since impulsively saying “let’s try it!”) that it wasn’t as awesome an idea as I first thought.
One, it doesn’t eliminate cat litter on the bathroom floor (some, but not all). Two, it’s a pain in the ass to have to clean the bathtub every time you want to take a shower.
So, what the hell do I do???
I know some of you have cats. And I know some of you are just plain genius.
I need help. Any ideas? Thoughts? Suggestions? Anything??
And, so help me God, if even one person says “this is why I don’t have cats” I might just have to hurt you.