Whitey has diarrhea again (or still. What is that kid eating?) At least he used the box (in my office, not Emily's suite).
The covered box didn't get used as much as the open box next to it in Emily's suite overnight, but it caught at least one miss.
No other litterbox problems, hooray!
(Later -- Billy has diarrhea too again. Also used box. Hooray...)
Billy did wake us up in the middle of the night wanting to play with us, Whitey, or the mesh laundry hamper, but kicking him and Whitey out of the master bedroom solved that.
Emily was her polite self (especially after we kicked those pesky boys out), but as we woke up she was aggressively friendly (biting on Katherine's hair and touching my mustache). We think that's cat for "feed me now". She got fed at her usual time anyway.
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