In our time away away from the blog (did you miss us?), the daily stench has been routine: One of the boys might over spray the litter box when a catzilla sized butt is too close to edge, and we find the occasional hair ball or very rare lost breakfast. Beyond that, the routine is ... nothing.
That unfortunately changed this evening, when someone left a dry stool in the middle of the dining room. I suspect Whitey because he was in and out of the litter box twice in ten minutes this evening; nothing is for sure.
The bigger question is why. Was someone not feeling well or was he voting with his paws about the litter box, which was already scheduled to be changed today? No idea.