Littered with help

The week continues with more of Eli's antics.  He is bent on making messes for me to clean up.  Today, I pardon his attack because I believe it was done with a generous spirit.  He wanted to help me, at least that is what I am choosing to believe.  

Every day when I clean out the litter box, Eli watches and observes.  He usually will offer some kind of commentary, like "good job, Mommy" or "that was a BIG cat poop".  Today, he must have felt that I didn't do an adequate job.   At some point this morning, he snuck into the bathroom and did some poop scooping of his own.  I don't know when there was a minute when we weren't together, but Eli seems to be some kind of magician.  Later, I walked into the bathroom and gasped.  There was litter all over the floor and the scoop still in the box.  I asked Eli if he did this.  "Yes."  Lucky for me, I had already scooped the offending poops this morning or I would have walked into a minefield.  Instead, Eli just used the scooper to shovel the litter out of the box and onto the floor, like a nasty little sandbox.  Sick.

Thanks for the help, son.  I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring, probably he'll find some way to pull the toilet off and throw it down the stairs.