Ok so I know I left you hanging the other night with my "Rico is sick again" post. But...I don't know...he seems ok now. But the story goes like this...

The other night we came home late to find that Rico had been shut out of our bedroom all day (from about 8 am to 10 pm). This is the room that houses his litter and his food. As soon as we walked in he was scratching and meowing and when we opened the door I said "Run, run to the bathroom!" But he didn't go to the bathroom...he went to his food. Ok, so he's hungry...that makes sense...and then I went about my business not thinking anything of Rico's apparent super-ability to hold his pee and poop for extremely long periods of time.

A little while later I walked through my roommates bedroom...a room that tends to be extremely dirty and have faint unidentifiable smells emitting from random corners every once in a while. So when I walked through I was a little thrown by the overwhelming smell of sh*t coming from the far corner, but not surprised.

I ran to tell Rico's daddy that our roommate had outdone himself this time with the amazing stench until I put two and two together and realized that Rico didn't have to go to the bathroom when I opened the door because he had already gone!!!

Daddy and I ran into the room and searched for the poop on the floor, under the bed, in between papers...until we found it in the worst possible place Rico could have chosen. There the poop was in all its stinky glory sitting on his bed!

(part 3 tomorrow)