My mom loved cats. At one point, in my young life, she had two cats and two dogs. However, atypical of many hoarders, she only had one cat in her later years. Thank the Lord! Actually, despite the mass amount of stuff, she had one small area set aside for a litter box for the inside cat. I had anticipated a veritable potty/poop fest everywhere, but we lucked out. Once her last cat Honeybug died at the vet (I took her and the cat that fateful day), she never replaced the cat. But, some are not so lucky.