stinky August 12

The people selling the house initially planned to bring all their appliances with them (including the dish washer!?) and then offered to let us buy them all (including a super nice washer dryer set) for $2500 - well that would bring our washer dryer total up to six. Ha ha. Meanwhile Nancy Henry, venerable realtor, let us in, I walked in the place and we were greeted by very loud fluffy kitty and the place reeked of kitty urine! Bummer. So I figured he's just mad, maybe he peed on the carpet? I wasn't getting down there on my hands and knees to check, but wow. Smelly. We got to the basement to look at the washer/dryer and geez it just reeked. I looked in the litterbox, put two and two together and said, Nancy, Kitty is going to pee all over the carpets if I don't scoop out this litter box! Except! The litter wouldn't scoop. There was old, white, poop on top, and I couldn't even scoop down into the litter it was solid. These people are out of town living in some other city, supposedly the guy's sister is taking care of the cat! So I'm freaking out on the inside, this cat has totally been either peeing in the corner of a room somewhere, or just holding it. Nancy was offering to go buy cat litter but she had no idea what to do or get. John and I ran to my house, grabbed 2 extra litter boxes out of my garage (my kitty is at John's while Mr. Asshat is on the warpath) and grabbed some litter at Walgreens, and we got back to the house and set up one litter box upstairs and one downstairs. The kitty immediately ran and peed in the new upstairs box and then pooped a little while later, and the whole Nancy's cooing and awwing and talking to Kitty about does he have gas pains from holding it so long, and John's standing on the back porch holding the door open to let the house air out. Nancy's mom is there, standing on the front porch probably trying not to gag. Nancy is fluttering around all "Here, I'll carry that" (giant bag -o- poop) and I'm like, no, Nancy, back off, I'm not letting you carry a gigantic filthy litter box. You're wearing white. What a fiasco. So I offered to go over there and scoop the litter while these people are not in town, just to save MY FUTURE CARPET. No deal. I bet the sister is mad they're moving or something. Way to sabotage things. Sheesh. Considering we paid closing costs and paid their asking price, I think I should at least get to keep the dishwasher.