Moose's New Litter Box

Whenever we come home from up north, we travel east bound on Wisconsin Avenue, and whenever I see the house, I say, "well, the house is still standing, that's half the battle." The other half of the battle could be as follows: (1) did the burglars leave anything left, (2) are the cats still alive, (3) how many fish died, (4) did Moose defoul our basement in lieu of using the litterbox as a way to get back at us for leaving for so long. Moose usually only does her #4 on sporadic occasions, and of course only when she is sick.

When we came today, the house was still standing! Whoo Hooo, we are half-way there. When we got inside the basement, everything was there but no cats were greeting us. I went upstairs and Heretic was in the kitchen purring. I checked the family room and was still intact. No fish had died even though they had not been fed since Monday. Then I heard Moose yowling from upstairs. It didn't sound good, because I already figured out what happened. She got stuck behind the upstairs gate (even though she could jump over, she is just lazy) and was trapped upstairs. For how long we don't know, but she was sure hungry when I let her loose. Fortunately, we left the toilet seat up in the bathroom. But what she did to our bedroom could only be classified as worse than an S7. For a description of those craptastic escapades, see the following posts:
http://gulyababies.blogspot.com/2007/09/s-storms.html
http://gulyababies.blogspot.com/2007/11/s-7.html

Melissa used the Little Green Clean Machine. It did ok. I think it is time to bring back our cat sitter.