tl;dr... since this has more pages than people are willing to read, to sum it all up... my cats were stressed from the crazy weather and probably mad that I stuck them in the basement. They don't have a UTI, don't suffer from a lack of clean and plentiful litter boxes, and on a normal day they don't go to the bathroom outside of their boxes. They are all healthy and happy cats and were not punished for pissing on my laundry. However, it stank to high hell and definitely inspired a why me/why bother moment, which resulted in this RANT. I'm not sure why I need to point out the obvious, but I did not and will not actually BBQ my cats. Nor would I ever get rid of them, as I see adopting pets as a serious commitment, and it would simultaneously break my kids' hearts. Thanks for the good time, my towels survived, and my cats are still living.
Why... WHY... pee on a pile of laundry instead of in the litter box that is less than ten feet away??? Stupid animals!!! I put those bastards in the basement where I do laundry during the hurricane to keep them safe (making sure they don't get outside) and they peed on a pile of towels. I'm now in the process of cleaning up the disgusting mess and soaking/washing it all in the wash with vinegar and it. is. so. disgusting. I hate my cats.
Why do I even have cats? When I lived in a city, we had mice... so we got a cat. It worked out great. Then the cat later got fat and lazy and depressed, so I thought getting him a buddy would cheer him up and make him happier and healthier. So I respond to an ad for free kittens, and when I get to this woman's house, the place is FILTHY. There were two of the cutest kittens I've ever seen completely COVERED in fleas. I took both. Yes, cat #1 is no longer a useless fat lump, the cats all love each other and have a good time... but they pissed on my fucking laundry.
I swear I'm having BBQ cat for dinner. >.>
*Edited to add for those of you that can't be bothered to read the rest of the thread before commenting... No, the cat doesn't have a UTI. Yes, the litterbox downstairs was clean. Yes, the cats were probably stressed/pissed off. I still hate my cats, at least for as long as it takes to get the piss smell out of my towels. I will hate them even longer if I end up having to spend money buying new towels.
Mod Edit: Alright I suppose everything has been said in 6 pages - since I don't see an actual question by the OP the responses can vary a lot. Locking it now. @OP, if there's anything you actually want to discuss please PM me. (Magekid)