And now it sounds like the cat is puking upstairs... AFTER I cleaned up the crap.

That's it. I've reached my limit with the cat.

At first I chalked his crapping and pissing anywhere to the fact that Zach just couldn't keep up with keeping the litter box clean.

Last night Zach changed out the litter box. The damn cat had a totally clean box and he STILL crapped in the hallway, right next to the box.

And no, it wasn't diarrhea.

I'm done. I'm sorry. But I can't deal with the smell and the mess any more.

Apparently the damn cat not only peed on the dirty laundry but he's back to crapping in the upstairs hallway. I'm SO glad the girls aren't home right now.

We're going to have to move the cat's food and water dish out of the laundry room and to a different location (probably upstairs) because he's peeing on the dirty laundry.

I'm ready to take a hammer to my stovetop.

Tigger crapped inside the house again. The girls are ready to toss him off the roof. We need to seriously think about some things. By we, I mean Zach.

I have 2 Challot from Rosh haShana in the freezer. I'm taking those out and buying one more. I'm too sick to think about making Challah.