Back in 2003 I was visiting my then-GF (LD relationship). Last night I was there, she passed out drunk on the couch (the romance broke off soon after that but we’re still friends) & I was so mad I couldn’t sleep. So I packed up to leave in the morning, was lying in bed trying to get to sleep & failing miserably, and she staggers in to tell me her Boy-Cat did a turd in front of her bedroom & could I
clean it up because her stomach couldn’t handle it. Then she went back to the couch & passed out again.
I get up, quickly scoop up a nice compact non-smelly little turd, bag it & throw it away. Then I look for her two Girl-Cats. One had went into the bathroom & accidentally closed the door behind her. Now, earlier that evening I had the bright idea to feed her ice cream (cats like cream, right?- yeah, you all know what’s coming…). So I open the door & she flies out, to let me find-
On the bathroom floor, three large pools of liquid poo. HOWEVER, it didn’t smell much & was easily soaked up by these great paper towels my GF had, bagged & trashed.
So then I look for Cat #3. She’s in the Utility Room, lying halfway in her catbox & moved out to let me see this gooey SMELLY poo smeared onto the wall & floor.
I went to clean that & almost lost it. It took 15-20 minutes to get up & was utterly disgusting.
And after I got my gag-reflex under control & finished cleaning up the mess, the absurdity of it all struck me, I laughed for about 15 minutes & got a couple hours nap.