I put on a not-at-all new yellow shirt this morning. It's soft and nice looking. But, it's got some age on it. When I was putting it back on after my swim, I noticed that it has fairly severe arm pit stains and mentally marked it end of life. Then I got some blood on it from a cut I got in the shower. Then I got maraschino cherry juice on it from my milkshake at McDonalds. Then I spilled some of the chocolate on it. Zoey came up to love me and snagged her toenail in it creating a hole. It is now so shredded and stained, I'm embarrassed for Mike to see it on the web cam!!
When Betty was alive, I cleaned out the two litter boxes a couple of times a day in hopes of encouraging her to use them more often. After she died, I consolidated to one box for Zoey who, honestly, just does not make elimination her top priority. She maybe pees twice a day and gives tiny little bullet poops once a day and does a whole lot of excavation of the litter. No longer a bit maintenance item. But, I guess I got too slack. This morning when I remembered I hadn't looked in a while the litter was all over the place and banked up on the side where she had peed over the edge. The chest that houses the litter box was a mess.
So I completely emptied it, and cleaned it out and took out a bunch of stuff that didn't need to be there and wiped it all down and Fabreezed it. Then I lined it with shelf liner, and put the litter in a clean litter box and put it with the bare essentials back into the chest and promised her I'd do better. She promptly went in and peed and thereby said I was forgiven. Whew.