So, we have two cats here. My mother and younger brother are the cat people. Personally, I don't mind them, but I'm not cleaning up after them since I wouldn't be affected if they just disappeared one day. In any event, those two also refuse to clean up after their animals, more specifically, empty the litter box and freshen it up from time to time. As we all know, cats do not like to shit in places that are not, for the most part, pris-fucking-stine. Well, one of these cats has decided that since I keep my bathroom in such condition, that when his litter box is soiled, he will ninja-poo in my shower, usually at odd hours in the morning. I've been at a loss as to what to do about this situation, and I keep finding presents when I go to shower in the morning. The more quickwitted of you might suggest that I simply keep shut my bathroom door, however I assure you I have tried this and it doesn't work. You see, my brother doesn't give a shit that I have shit in my shower every morning. He uses our parent's shower to bathe, but he uses my bathroom to expel waste and brush his teeth. Don't ask me why, I don't know. However, this is the same guy I've been trying to break of the habit of spitting phlegm in my sink and not washing it down the drain for years now. He pees in the middle of the night and leaves the fucking door open for the ninja defecator who is always lying in wait. Therefore, I've been stuck with turds in my shower for months now. Every morning. This morning, as a matter of fact. I cleaned those up so I could get a shower before work. I get home today, and lo and behold, what do I find? Shower shits!
At this point BG, this concerned citizen has had enough of these shit shenanigans. Today I took matters into mine own manos! I caught the offending criminal dashing down the hall, no doubt fleeing what he could sense as pure malice emanating from my core. I seized him by the neck and deposited him in the bathroom with me and closed the door. I then proceeded to clean the foulness from my shower and flush it down the comode, and then clorox the remaining spots and rinse the tub clean. At this point, I felt the need to drop a deuce myself, so I plugged the drain and let the cold water run in the tub whilst I performed said duty in it's proper place. All this time, the condemned is caterwauling and clawing at his prison door, desperately seeking reprieve from the imminent reprisal. Upon completion of my toilet, I again seized the unrepentant offender and hoisted him about eye-level, and opened the bathroom door. I then hurled his furry ass into the bathtub filled with cold water, and proceeded to take in the lulz. And lulz there were. Multitudes of them.
As a preventive measure against further infractions, I have decided to leave an inch of water in the bottom of the tub before I go to bed from now on. Let's see that fucker shit when his feet get wet.