HA. Feel for you Dex. My wife / daughter have done the whole big eye, sob story, etc. My daughter volunteers at our local Humane Society. After going there for about 3 months, and knowing others who do this, they "convinced" me that we could foster cats until they found a home. We already have 2 other cats and one of them is a chronic pee/poop wherever he pleases when he gets irritated at anything. I've broken off my foot in his ass more than once. he's past his expiration date but still hangs around. Well, my "agreement" was that they could do it as long as I'm NOT INVOLVED. EVER. AGAIN. I was never a cat person, the one's we have are not my cats, and since about 13 years ago when my wife was pregnant, I took over the litter duty to never give it up. Let's just say I'm tired of cat shit. At one point we have had > 10 total cats in the house (we have a mother and litter - because as my wife put it, "the kids will learn so much about babies"). Again, as long as it doesn't impact me - I'm OK. Over the last week, I've had to clean up the basement bathtub because one of the fosters has decided to use it as a litterbox. Since no one else was around that day, and I was close to vomiting UPSTAIRS, I had to do something. Good luck Dex.