*sigh*

I suppose it's a good thing that I'm not easily grossed out, though I think that comes with the territory when you grow up around horses, dogs, cats and assorted other creatures. It's why I tend to be the person who gets rid of the gross thing since I tend to be the only one who isn't totally incapacitated by the sight of a dead mouse/hairball/cat vomit etc., and why I'm able to patch up my own cuts and scrapes without fainting at the sight of blood (as I proved when I dropped a sink on my hand in May and patched it up while D was freaking out).

I should also be thankful that this is the only time this has happened that I'm aware of, but still, cleaning up cat piss is no fun. Especially when they piss all over your computer case. I suppose I should also be glad that she didn't actually piss on the computer, since I'd hate to have to explain that one to the Staples guys.

I'd noticed the distinct smell of urine while at my desk, but thought at first that it was just coming from the litter box, since I sometimes smell things that are in the kitchen while at my desk because of the weird way air currents work in the apartment. But then I noticed that the actual litterbox didn't smell, so I looked around a bit more and discovered that Mari had indeed used the corner of my room by my desk as a toilet. I broke out the cleaner and sterilized it, as well as the computer case, which is now soaking in an antibacterial soap.

I'm also having to remind myself that there's no use punishing her now for it, since she won't make the connection. Nonetheless, I'm a little annoyed. But considering this is the only time I'm aware of that she hasn't use the litterbox I should be thankful.

Should. Key word here.