Now I know why Shog hasn't wanted me to go downstairs to the basement; his neglect of the cat boxes has become the neglect of most of the basement. It is bad, so bad that my shriek of dismay, which carried with it not a little bit of rage, scared him half to death.
I will see to it that he meets a full death if the basement isn't, as he's just promised, completely cleaned by tomorrow evening.
I'm going to have to find a cleaner immediately. I just can't do everything by myself.