Well, he finally learned to go to the bathroom outside. Unfortunately, that means he has taken to rolling around in his own shit. At least I think it's his, and I think he's rolling in it. I can't imagine why else he'd wander in with giant smelly shit mats in his fur at least once a week. I didn't know cats even did that.
The other, smarter cat is scheduled to get all but his bottom four teeth pulled out tomorrow, poor guy, because he has some horrible disease that causes them to rot painfully under the gumline. Sigh. All my cats are broken.