I looked for the cats. I looked under beds and in window sills. I looked under couches and behind couches. But I gave up and went to bed.
Craig is out of town. He headed to St. George last night with his brother and nephew. They are packing up his parents house ready to move everything to Idaho Falls.
I stayed up crocheting a pink bootie for my neighbor. (I have to finish the other one today.) Her sweet girl is so tiny. I love babies. :)
I was just too tired to find the kitties.
This morning Boaz came and got me just as I was telling my self it was time to get up.
The kitties had been locked in the downstairs bathroom.
All night long.
Without the litter box.
They had used the sink. It was relatively easy to clean. It wasn't tracked around. But even after cleaning the sink over an hour ago, I can still smell it.
I think I will have to wash the bathroom mats and get out the steamer for the floor and clean every surface.
I was going to finish the bootie today and a baby quilt for my nephew and his wife. I was going to look at my blue fabric and get going on a blue baby quilt. I was going to read a book. I was going to do anything but clean the downstairs bathroom.
It won't take all day. I can still do the things I was going to do. But every time I come downstairs I can smell cat.