LOL!
My father and his friends were pranksters. Some of the stuff they did as kids would get them arrested nowadays. Back then it was just seen as harmless fun.
In other news, I finally got fed up with my hallway being a disgusting mess. The puppy had run through and knocked over the litterboxes and sent litter flying everywhere. Of course, my brother didn't even attempt to clean any of it up. One of the cats has a bad habit of tipping a box accidentally, so I have mats underneath. There was a roll of sheet vinyl for my mother's bathroom (for when I can get around to repairing her floor and getting a new tub/shower installed). There were also cardboard boxes piled up, shredded cardboard, miscellaneous paper trash, plastic bags and other stuff that got dragged into the hallway by the dog, empty plastic bottles, and a bunch of hair and fur in the carpet.
The littermats and gotten pulled out from under the litterboxes and were curled up on the floor. There were also cat food bags repurposed to hold used litter (because plastic bags get holes). My brother was supposed to take them out, but he let them sit for months. I stapled the full ones shut so they wouldn't spill. There were probably 5 full bags after I finally got him to take 2 out the other day.
I used a broom and a large dust pan with a long stick to get up most of the crap and filled two trash bags. I took the individual heavy objects out of the cardboard boxes so I could lift the boxes and move them and then put the heavy stuff back in them (well, some of it, I put the computer chassis in the un-usable guest bathroom for now). My old garbage disposal was still laying around so I put it with the trash. I moved the full used litter bags over with the trash for my brother to take out later (probably will be awhile). I used one of those Bissel sweeper thingies to get the hair and some of the other stuff that the broom wasn't getting. It doesn't work as well on high pile carpet.
Because the vinyl sheet roll had been in the way, I had to keep the litterboxes in front of the linen closet. I set the roll in my mother's room (which is even more of a disaster than my room-- my father was always the one who cleaned the room and she doesn't seem to believe in cleaning up after herself). So, I got that cleared and was able to put the mats down in another spot and then put the litterboxes up. I got the litter genie set up so I can dump used litter into it and then put the bags in the empty at food bags. Some old medicine and vitamins that were being thrown out were inexplicably spilled out all over the floor too.
It was hot as hell in the hallway so I had to take some breaks to cool off and hydrate. I know it doesn't look like much, but I'm a wimp. LOL.
Here is what it looked like 3/4 of the way through-- it took a few hours.
Here is the after shot (I still need to figure out where to put those tubs-- I am keeping the broom, dustpan, the bissel sweeper, and long-handled litter scoops in a small trash bin near the boxes in case of cleanups)
Cats were having a little conference-- one on the left is Itsy, orange is Rupert, and on the right is Bitsy. Rupert is the 'tard who tips the litterboxes over and tries to shred the walls after using the litterbox.
Here's the view from the kitchen. This spot was where the boxes were piled up.
The cats were perplexed but didn't seem overly bothered-- although apparently one or more of them was disgruntled because shortly thereafter they pissed all over the mat in front of the kitchen sink and one or more of them shat on the counter. I've had cats my entire life and have never had them do that on the counter before-- although, it was on a plastic bag. But WTF cats?
Insert meme of Captain Kirk screaming "KHAAAAAAAAN!" and replace the word with "CAAAAAAAAATS!"
LOL.
Mom's reaction: "You didn't get all the stuff off the carpet. You need to vacuum." and "You need to clean the kitchen too."
Brother's reaction: "It looks so nice! Thank you!" *hugs and kiss on the forehead* "Thank you! I really should clean my room."