I hate mopping and as such don’t undertake the endeavor all that often- basically only when it gets to the point that the greasy and/or sticky nature of the floor is becoming hazardous. Without fail, within 12 hours of the cleanening several puddles of cat mess appear, usually detected with my foot, in the dark. That’s right. Several. Puddles. Cause he can’t just deposit a large semisolid lump in one convenient location, oh no. It’s like a shake. And he’s gotta run through the house apparently while whipping his head around to get maximum coverage. Well I’ll be damned if I’m gonna drag the mop out again that quickly, so, if you were thinking of asking about the grainy slightly off-color texture of my floor, well, don’t.