Three strikes, she's out!

Twice in one week.

TWICE.

Twice I have screeched at that devil gray cat while she defecated in my home. Twice I have caught her in the act and snatched her up during (eeewww) the process. Twice her nose has been ungracefully rubbed in the results. Twice I have tossed (or had the hubs toss) her out the door.

This is ridiculous! That cat has lived with a litter box it's entire year long life! Why does it decide that my blankets and carpet are more desirable when the litter box is only a few yards away?!?!?!?

Aaahhhhh!