SHOUTING! →[More:] My parents arrive today (yay!) which means I've been cleaning for the better part of a week (boo!), despite having been fighting off a virus or something for the past 10 days (boo! boo!).

I felt crappy last night, but had a few things to finish up. I plowed through them (yay!) and decided, before finally succumbing to the couch, that I'd move the litter box from the living room to the spare bedroom so that my folks didn't have to spend time in the same room with it.

I showed both of the cats where it was, and they both used it, so all seemed well.

Had a few odds and ends to tidy up this morning before work (boo!). Cleared the coffee table of last night's snack, swept the patio, took out the recycling. Came back into the house and ZUZU IS PAWING AT THE COUCH! "What did you find, Zuzu? Did you lose a toy," I asked naively. ZUZU KEEPS PAWING. SHE SHAKES HER HEAD AND SAYS, "No, not a toy." INTRIGUED, I WALK OVER TO THE COUCH TO SEE WHY SHE'S PAWING AT IT AND HOLY SHIT IF THE DAMN CAT DIDN'T PEE ON THE DAMN COUCH!! AFTER I'VE SPENT A WEEK CLEANING!!! FIVE MINUTES BEFORE I HAVE TO LEAVE FOR WORK ON THE DAY THAT MY PARENTS ARRIVE!!! MMMMMPPFBARGLE@#!$%&$*&!!!!

The ultimate irony is that Winston was the one who always peed on things. I miss him terribly, but I've been relieved that I can go back to leaving clothes in the laundry basket without fear of it being turned into a litter box. DAMN YOU ZUZU!!! *shakes fist emphatically*

I moved the litter box back into the living room after cleaning up the couch. My parents are just going to have to deal with it.

*SHAKES FIST SOME MORE*