A few days ago I finally had enough.
I moved my cat Io's litter box out of my room (ew, I know) and also bought him a space-age litter box with a top and a clear door flap so he couldn't kick litter everywhere.
So I spent all day today cleaning my room from top to bottom. I vacuumed and mopped and steam cleaned, moved all of my furniture so I could get under and around them, washed walls and scrubbed, windexed and febrezed and ran loads of laundry, and sang along with music really really loudly while I was doing it all.
I also cleaned the kitten's bathroom and wrote a spanish speech and paper and worked on selling my car.
My back aches like a bad word and I really don't like Spanish right now, but my room is clean!
(Except I want to wipe down all of the surfaces of my closet . . .later. And I need to let my carpet dry before I move my dresser and bed back. But ohmigod I think it might not smell like poop. Amazing!)
Kali does not agree with my cleanliness and protests in her passive-aggressive way. I am NOT cleaning her this time.