So I spent a couple of hours equipping Soffit House with a special cats-only access tube between the converted closet in one bedroom to the lower cabinet in the hallway which I also spent an astonishingly long amount of time and great amount of effort fitting with simple-looking plastic child safety levers, so as to allow the litterbox to be moved to a location inaccessible by the dog. Covered with plaster dust and with freshly-sore knees, I took a late night shower and then found The Wife in the living room watching a DVD of one of those vampornography movies. Which is fine, because I’ve been playing Skyrim enough recently while she’s been doing productive things that she’s more than earned the right to enjoy herself while I worked.
“Why did you shower, babe?” she asked me.
“Because after spending an hour on the floor cutting holes in the drywall, I was covered with plaster dust. I felt dirty. Like you should after watching this movie.”
Well, she thought it was funny, anyway.
Zing!
a special cats-only access tube between the converted closet in one bedroom to the lower cabinet in the hallway which I also spent an astonishingly long amount of time and great amount of effort fitting with simple-looking plastic child safety levers, so as to allow the litterbox to be moved to a location inaccessible by the dog.
Seems like a simpler approach would be to just get rid of the cats.
Honestly, I did not follow much of what you said in the first paragraph.
I tried watching that movie, but quit about half way through.