For the second time this week, I returned home after a long day, hungry and tired to be faced with a mess of the kitty kind. This time it was my fault--in my exhaustion this morning I left the apartment without putting down towels in front of the litter box for Girl to use. (I have not been sleeping well this week, what can I say?) So she used the carpet. And then used it again. And then one more time. I will spare all of you gentle readers the exact details of what I found when I got home. An hour later, the messes have been cleaned and sanitized, the carpet cleaner emptied, and the amazing Icky-Poo utilized. Icky-Poo is the only thing that stands in the way of eviction by a landlord with a nose for kitty pee. I love you, Icky Poo. My carpet loves you. My sense of smell loves you. Girl Kitty would love you if there was any place in her black, black little heart for anything but mayhem.
I just dropped $50 on more of this precious, precious product.
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