Poo stories

Cats are a pain.  We love them, but they are a pain.  Though not as big a pain as dogs would be.  However, we have recently discovered that one (or more) of them have been using a corner of our sunroom for a litter box.  The actual litter box is located downstairs in a back storage room, but apparently that's too far for them to travel.  Instead they decided that some cloth that had fallen out of my sewing cabinet was a great place to relieve themselves.  Fortunately it didn't soak through to our hardwood floors.  

So we decided to lock the cats downstairs overnight, to get them to use the actual litter box.  The cats don't like it.  The first night I heard several fights break out between Corey (the evil black cat) and the others.  A week later the brawls have mostly ended, but the resentment remains.  What matters is we've had no more "presents" in the corner.  If this doesn't work we'll have to relocate the litter box to the ground floor.  Which isn't ideal, but better than getting rid of the cats.  Probably.  Maybe.

Our chickens are still laying eggs like mad.  One day last week the coop waterer broke and leaked a large puddle of water onto the coop floor.  Which became a large puddle of chicken poop soup.  Solution?  Buy a new waterer and add more wood shavings.  And be thankful we decided to pour a cement floor when we built the coop.  Cleaning the coop will be extra fun next spring.