At least one of our cats will make a Dramatic Statement if he thinks that the (non automatic) litter box is just too filthy to use. It might be more than one, but I’m pretty sure that it’s Charlie who leaves tootsie rolls outside the litterbox.
I am not getting this. I don’t exactly enjoy house work, but you put on NPR or Motown and keep moving till it’s done.
Actually, I used to enjoy a little house work until I married someone with the OP’s attitude - that it is the enemy to be vanquished. After all, what else am I going to do, watch reality tv?
What you’ve just told us is that you see your life as consisting of choices between housework and reality TV.
Care to revise that post? 
[Requisite statement of out-rage at putting words in my mouth] Well, I work and garden and fix things and read novels and watch movies and listen to NPR and sometimes I clean. And today I will cook.
But I hate to clean while the spouse is in the house, because it gets so unpleasant. Housework is one of those things you just shouldn’t fight.
I’ve watched too much Battlestar Galactica to ever consider having robots do all my housework. The first thing you know, your stash of machine oil starts to dwindle, the robots look around furtively then look all innocent when you catch them talking to themselves, then eventually you wake up with a hot chick in a red peignoir in your bed. It’s madness I tell you.
Sounds better than bumping uglies with your roomba (hey times are tough around here…don’t be judging me).
I think part of the problem is some people really do more housework than is needed. Your crappy tshirts and underwear and socks do not need to folded for instance. The bed does not need to be made up like a one in a hotel thats ready for a guest. Towels do not needed to be folded “just so”. Your kitchen doesn’t need to look like a 22nd century lab. If you like Monk like perfection, have fun. If you don’t, try relaxing your standards a bit.
Genuine laugh out loud on that.