July 30, 2013: The kitten pooped in the spare room

So we have 2 cats at our house.  There's Bridger, my cat from when I lived in Tennessee, and he's 16.  He's crabby, he's not very tolerant of the dog, but they don't really fight.  He's outlived 3 dogs and another cat in the time that I've had him, so I guess he feels that he doesn't really have to be nice to this dog.
And we have Holly, Ella's kitten.  She's about to turn 2, so we still call her the kitten.  She is a hog, which means that when we feed Bridger, we have to lock Holly into the spare room so she doesn't eat all of his food, which she would, if given the chance.
Sometimes, she'll get angry that she's locked in there and she'll poop on the rug in there.  It's become routine enough that when we let her out, we have to check to see if she's done it.  It's frustrating and annoying, to say the least.

Me: Go let the kitten out of the spare room.
Ella: Okay.
Me: Did she poop in there?
Ella: Yes
Me: I'm going to kill her.
Ella: Don't kill her.  I picked her out.  I love her.
Me: You clean up after her, then.
Ella: No.  That's gross.  You kill her.

Holly and Bridger