One day I was looking for my big boys when I heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom: plop, giggle... plop, giggle. That is never a reassuring sound. Never.
They were throwing the litter into the toilet, with their hands. Nice.
I honestly had no idea what I was going to do. I couldn't flush it. Especially not with our temperamental toilet. I most definitely wasn't digging it out with my own hands. Oh yeah, sure. And there was no way I was going to just use a cup to scoop it out.
Determined that I was going to just not go to the bathroom the rest of the day (also forgetting we had a second, but scary bathroom in the basement) I went to go finish dressing the twins. To add to the bad day, someone had brought dried leaves in the house and crushed them into the carpet I was sitting on. Good thing I just vacuumed the day before, ya know?
Then it occurred to me, I have a shop vac!! So I got out my amazing Rainbow vac, and sucked up all the water. Then I sucked up all the litter. At that point I figured I might as well give the bowl a nice cleaning.
The next time Logan used the toilet he mentioned how clean it looked. Yeah, thanks for that, kid.
Oh, and I moved the litter box down to the basement after that.
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