Who’d have thought such a little room (my den is about 6′ x 8′) could take so much time to clean!
With Gabby and three kittens gone (it’s amazing how much less five seems than eight!), I decided I couldn’t wait any longer to clean up the kitten room. So I took everything out, ripped up the (foam tile) floor, bleached the concrete underneath, washed down the walls (You’d think a troop of monkeys had been living in there with all the poo that had been flung on the walls and windows around the litter box!!! Eewww. They’re blocked by the wire shelf unit that holds the litter box, otherwise I’d have cleaned them sooner.), installed new tiles, washed everything, put it all back together — with some modifications I hope will help keep it a bit cleaner in future. A little over five hours and it actually doesn’t look any different! Just smells better. 😉 I gave up on covering my books with plastic for this litter. They ripped it down — twice — and once it was down they showed no more interest in the books! Typical.
Of course there were multiple feedings (yay Mei!!) and a few rescues to interrupt the workflow. Hamish is, what in bygone days would have been called a “going concern”. These days “pain in the ass” is more accurate. He tortures his siblings and gets into everything. I had to wash his paws multiple times after he ran through fresh cleaning solution; it’s “green” but I still don’t think he should ingest it. He attacked and scattered the bag of scraps from the new floor. While the rest napped he was still ripping around, occasionally jumping on them and generally rabble-rousing. Everything is a toy! The little dustpan and whisk I have for sweeping up scattered litter — while I’m using it; the litter box scoop — while I’m using it; the vacuum — while I’m using it.
If he didn’t coming running so fast when I call for meals, I’d wonder if he was deaf. 😉
While the resident cats will allow curious sniffs from all the other kittens, as soon as Hamish comes near, the growling starts and the paws lift in preparation. His reputation precedes him. 😉 I’ll be just at the end of my rope and he’ll climb up, give my face a few licks, and stretch out on my chest to snooze. Melt.