So I went off to vist my brother in VA Beach this weekend, since it was my niece's 3rd birthday. My parents took off earlier in a separate car and I waited for my sister to get off work. It was tight, since the party started at three, my sister got off work at noon, and it's about a three-hour drive. Needless to say when she got home we ran around the house, made sure all the appliances were turned off, filled up the kitty food bowl and shut the bedroom doors so she wouldn't get cat hair all over the clean linens.
I come home Sunday night to hear plaintive meowing coming from my bedroom. My bedroom and bathroom are connected, and the door between them is usually open. When I open the bathroom door, I release both my cat and the unmistakable odor of ***** and urine. Cat dashes upstairs for food, and, exhausted after driving 3+ hours, I prepare myself for the worst.
I look on my bed, and find the expected dark spot of fur where she must have slept. I comb the carpet and laundry for any nasty presents, and don't find any. The further away I get from the bathroom the more the smell fades, so I head into the restroom. There is a pile of magazines on the floor usually, which I read and then plan to toss but sometimes don't get around to. She has peed on top of these magazines. I look in the tub, and she's pooped in it. Now, it's disgusting and all, but I am somehow swamped with love for my cat, who could have peed on my sheets, carpet, towels, etc but made cleanup almost a snap. I put the magazines in a trash bag, and after some Clorox action (soaked the tub overnight), I realize that it could have been much worse. I could have only been more impressed if she had gone in the toilet, but as it is I cuddled her quite a bit, and ignored my allergies for once.
I heart my kitty.