I left a note about that...

A couple of young friends checked in on the cats while the fam and I were away this weekend. I left a note about water, food, and the disposal of output. These are great kids and always happy to be helpful around the house and in the yard in warmer seasons.

The cats were fine, no issues there. One scooper was left in the middle of one of the two litter boxes. Okay, no big deal -- they had second location if that little hurdle threw them off. But one tiny issue caused a sudden sensory overload as I started to unpack my suitcase...here's how our conversation went when these dear little friends showed up shortly after our return...

I entered the kitchen with my bathroom trash can in tow. "Hi guys! Thanks for keeping the cats safe this weekend!"

"You're welcome!"

I lifted the trash can. "Do you want to smell the trash from my bathroom?"

(pause, glance) "NO!"

"Why is there cat poop in this trash can? Did you see the note?"

One said, "We didn't see that note until the second day."

I said, "So after you saw the note, why didn't you take the poop outside?"

They just shrugged and grinned.

I handed it over and said, "Now would be a good time."

Two said, "She was the one who..."

And I said, "I'm thinking there's probably a second trash can you can carry?"

Out they went through the back door. (Still smiling, I think?)

Payment was fulfilled, as was a lesson learned, I trust.

I'm thinking happy thoughts that it was just a three-day weekend.