Remind Me Again.......

Last night as Nate and I were lazily laying on our bed vegged out to the tv while all the kids and 2 of their friends were hanging out downstairs, Jordyn moseys into the bedroom to inform us that the cat went diarrhea.  Seriously, this cat is a pooping machine.  Because I can't have litter in the box since she kicks it all over the cage and the floor surrounding the cage, I have had to just put some newspaper in the box for her to go on.  Most of the time she manages to get that out of the box as well and then liquid poop lands nowhere near the paper in the box.  So.....you've got to get paper towels and clean it out that way.  We are talking 3-4 times a day.  It's not like she is getting a ton of food either.  I think the cat just hates us.  Anyway.......I turned to Nate and begged him to go take care of the diarrhea since he hadn't had the pleasure yet and Emma had a friend over.  He warned me that if he went he would just throw the cat out with the crap.  I decided to take my chances......because....well....my bed was really cozy and I couldn't make myself get up....especially not for that!

Nate had been gone for a bit and then he tromped up the stairs, into our room with the cat held out at arms length, a nasty scowl on his face and the question, "remind me again why we have a cat!" Uh oh! "This dumb cat decided to poop in her bed while I was cleaning out the litter box and she got it all over herself and everywhere."  At this point I couldn't choke back the laugh any longer.  I was getting a warning look and I still couldn't stop so I put my head under the covers to finish my laughing.  He then told me that if I didn't get up and help he was going to put the diarrhea covered cat right down on the bed for me to snuggle with.  Well, that worked and I got up to help.  This time I wasn't as nice to Emma about having her friend over and made her come out and scoop the poop out of Zazzles bed while I tried to wash her down without getting her incision soaked.  I have to wash the entire contents of that cage every couple of days because she drags poo around in there and gets it on everything.  I still can't figure out why on earth she decided of all places to relieve her bowels on her bed.  She had never gone anywhere but a litter box.  Ever.  Nate must have said some pretty nasty things to her to get her to pull that move.

So to answer the question as to why on earth we have subjected ourselves to a life of torment for the sake of 1 little cat.......temporary insanity.