Guess what I got to do in the wee hours of today?

Clean up Kona's borderline diarrhea that he so expertly flung onto the wall. It was really riveting, I tell you. I heard him digging to China in the litterbox, and since Mocha has that E-collar on, I have to keep the top of the litterbox off. So I get up to get him out of there, only to switch on the light and see a pile of poo in the sand, Kona positioned precariously above it, and a huge indentation in the pile. I look a little further, and I notice a huge chunk on the little bag I keep the litter scooper in (tucked neatly behind the litterbox, against the wall) and tiny fleck of soft poo on the wall. So I grab him, and do this silly 10-minute dance that we've done once before of getting the poo off his paw (luckily, it was just one paw).