Miss KT got home for the summer today. There are crates and bags all over the place. Her friend B came over, and the two girls headed into Miss KT's room to begin sorting and organizing. In the beginning stages of cleaning, Miss KT found...a pile of dried cat poop. She comes screaming into the living room. "This is not my responsibility! You ALLOWED those cats to **** in there! It's not my fault!" "Miss KT, it's your room. I didn't allow the cats to do anything. What do you want me to do, put diapers on them? Just pick it up." Still screaming. "No! I won't! This is not what I wanted when I came home for the summer. I would have worked on campus. I shouldn't have to come home and clean up cat ****! It's Dad's fault. His stuff is in here. I'm NOT picking it up! I don't even WANT those clothes anyway. That's why they're here!" "Miss KT, what are you going to do? Sleep next to a pile of cat poop all summer?" Louder screaming. "I don't CARE! I'm NOT picking it up! I'm just NOT!" Stomp, stomp, stomp...no slam because she doesn't have a bedroom door. I'm laughing so hard I'm crying over this. Just pick up the dried cat poop and get on with the day, already! She and B are in her room and I hear muttering. That's better than screaming, though. She's home! Now what do I do?