Cats of War, Part 2

I had promised Lamia that we would take care of all the remaining bits and pieces at her place today, which is why I had taken the day off. I was looking forward to some extra sleep in the morning, though I knew that the kittens would try their best to wake me up at inhuman hours.

And indeed, in the morning there were busy little paws running through our bedroom and jumping on the bed. I was more or less dozing, but Lamia took action and locked the main troublemaker into solitary confinement in the guest room. This brought peace and quiet to the bedroom, but unfortunately turned out to be trouble.

Real trouble.

Lamia had been up and about long before me and when I made it out of the sheets, I thought I noticed a faint puff of cat pee. Annoyed I wondered whether the cat loo in the basement needed changing given that it smelled up to here. Walking down the staircase to the first floor, however, I saw that the door to the guest room was still closed and I realized what must have happened. I opened the door and - yes - the imprisoned kitten had made a point in taking the term

I am pissed off!

quite literally.
The windows were open, but the stench of cat pee was still in the air and the bed sheets were gone.

Heck!
I felt bad. After all, Lamia had tried to grant me more sleep by locking the mischievous cat away and here's what happened as a consequence. So I tried to muster as much support as I could (I know nobody likes it, but I really have a reason to hate a peeing cat... I had bad experiences).

A little after, I was getting ready for the shower. This means also collecting clothes from several bags and suitcases which are also in the guest room, as I have not put much into our wardrobe, yet. My main stuff is in that brown case that I once got as Christmas basket. Out of convenience I am normally leaving it half open.

So I went into the room, going through the clothes which had been lying on the bed that night and checking their smell. Somehow, everything smelled like cat pee, but I thought this might be due to the room not being fully vented, yet. I thus took the brown case with my main collection of clothes to choose for the day and...

@$%&*# WHAT THE FUCK?! *&%/!°

Right there, in the middle of my favourite clothes, bullseye on the Simpsons tie, was a set of three perfectly shaped kitten doodies! AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Now, I would like to write that I rose to the occasion and took this lightly.

But I didn't.
I was really upset. Now REALLY everything in the room smelled like cat pee and cat poo. This is so disgusting and gross! It's like me shitting into the kitten's... hm! Actually there is no likewise revenge, unless I was maybe smearing homemade crap in their fur! Bah!

As a consequence all the clothes from the brown case (the choice of color now feels sort of poetic, doesn't it?) and all clothes that had been lying around the bed during the night turned into several loads for the washing machine today (and tomorrow, I suppose).

Brrrrrr! Why does something that is so cute must have such a highly active rectum, too?