Over the weekend the boys were sailing the high seas on their pirate ship in the backyard. At some point Wyatt came running through the house, tracking in tons (TONS) of cat poop with him! This led to an intensive carpet, rug, and wood cleaning frenzy by Stephen. This also led to pile of poopy shoes outside the backdoor because Wyatt, Henry, and the neighbor boy all ended up with cat poop on their shoes!

So this morning, at 7:05, Stephen found himself outside, in the dark hosing and scrubbing some Super Z Straps super clean. But alas, the car still smelled like cat shit on the way into town, which then led to a very lengthy discussion about the new neighbors three cats. That's right--three cats. Three cats that poop in our yard and make very, very disturbing sounds in the dead of night. I know it not saying much, being that I dislike almost all animals, but we don' t care for these cats--at all!

Stephen's solution is to get a Red Ryder BB Gun (although I think he has just been looking for an excuse to buy a BB gun). Wyatt suggested that we offer the cats a ball of yarn to play with. Henry suggested we build a fence. I (the voice of reason) suggested Stephen, not me, say something to the neighbors.

And being that my children are 4, we continued to discuss why, in fact, might the cats be drawn to our house. Why are these cats pooping in our backyard when at least four other neighborhood cats have never perpetrated the same offense? It is quite a quandary. We came up with a variety of possibilities, but it is most likely that they think our house just looks like toilet.