About an hour ago, Nicky woke me up with very loud yowling. Nick is usually a very quiet fellow, so this was most unusual. At first I thought that there might be another cat on the balcony. When that proved to be wrong, then crisis mode began. First we had a chase from room to room, not easy when one of us is in a wheelchair (and I don't mean Nicky).
Finally, I managed to catch up with him. How can I say this delicately? Nicky had a rather large piece of poop stuck up his rear end. Now I had already found a rather large chunk of poop that he had managed to dislodge outside of the litter box. Normally, when I can catch him, I just have to pull on it and it comes free. Not tonight this morning. I would try to work it loose, Nick would yowl and squirm free, and then the chase was on again. I can only wonder how many complaints the Humane Society will receive about the handicapped guy abusing the kitty in Apartment 19. Finally, after numerous attempts I managed to free the (hopefully) last piece.
Now I am waiting to make sure that the problem is solved. Nick is now cuddled up with me and has fallen asleep, so I think we are fine.