However, I found myself cleaning up shit AGAIN last night :(. I would have stalked the lady if she didn't call me back IMMEDIATELY (which she did). She said I could bring him by the store today. I should have made Marc do it because it was a REALLY hard thing to do :(.
The decision to even do it was hard. I don't think Otis intentionally poops outside of the litter box. It's not like he is searching for a spot to mark his territory. I think he has some sort of intestinal issues and can't hold it or something...he just explodes. However, I can't risk him having an explosion in my closet or on the carpet. He also has terrible...UNBEARABLE gas (it's not the food either, he's been on three different kinds that I know of).
I had to be the one to take him back though...Marc didn't want to. I don't think he would have gone through with it even if he had agreed with me. The car ride alone sucked...hell, putting him in the carrier sucked. I felt so guilty taking him away from Jasmine. It didn't get any easier once I pulled into the parking lot. I wanted to take him out and hold him one last time...TERRIBLE idea. I could feel the tension in his body when he saw the cages...he knew. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I did talk to the lady about my assumptions. She said she would get some blood work done to see if maybe he needs to be on a medication or something. I would be willing to take him back if that is the case. I had to get rid of him today though. We are leaving for Tennessee tomorrow and he and Jazz were supposed to get declawed while we were gone. I don't want to do that to him if we aren't going to keep him.
Poor Jazz, she's a totally different kitty without her buddy. However, she is already up to her old tricks. The kids already have new battle wounds. I have to admit...I did miss her while Otis was here. They were such good pals that she didn't really interact with us anymore. It's nice to have her back. 
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