I just finished mowing the back yard after, of course, cleaning up after Sam. He's supposed to go to the woods in the back. But he's old (I've restarted him on rimadyl today) and slow. I know how he feels.
But, I'm 50 and arthritic myself. I'm not about to start cleaning up anybody else's $#!t. I'm the primary caretaker for Sam, and the only caretaker for the fish and the crabs (in all fairness to the crabs who ever thought they'd live this long).
HA! I don’t think that policy would last long around here, but good luck!
But kittens are easy...