Of the seven kittens, all are using the litter box but one. The one that isn’t using the box would of course be Maylee, one of OURS. Seriously, what is that about? I give and give and give to these creatures, gladly and joyfully, and all I ask in return is that they show a little respect by taking a shit in the proper place.

For 6/7ths of them this is not too much to ask. But Maylee is still refusing to use either litter box in the garage, despite the fact that I am keeping them clean in true OCD style and am plopping her in them on a regular basis. She hops right out every time, not even bothering to sniff around or make a polite pretense of interest. She had actually made it all of last evening and overnight without going on the floor, and I had foolishly thought maybe my worrying over this issue had somehow impacted her. However, I checked on the kittens right before leaving this morning and there was her calling card, smack between the two boxes in all its glory. BETWEEN the two boxes, mere inches away from either box. She’s doing this to spite me, I know it. My mom says, with a touch of pity but mostly amusement, "Aw, she's just SLOW."

Here you can see the mark of Maylee's blatant defiance. In the litter box is Hunter Norman, one of the good ones:

But in some sick way, I absolutely love Maylee for being a complete pain in the ass. This may change when she is a pain in the ass all over my hardwood floors, though. What I need is a kitty nanny who’ll follow her every move so that everytime she starts to crouch, she is magically airlifted into the litter box until eventually her own predilection is to head there.