I honestly never minded cleaning litter boxes. I still volunteer two Saturdays a month at mine. There was this one kitten we named Maddie which is sort of after me because my name in real life is Matt. She was my little shadow. She had the most pitifully sad meow that tugs at the heart strings. Anyhow, when I would come she would meow really loudly to sleep in my hoodie hand warming pocket while I cleaned litter boxes and food bowls. She eventually got adopted by a sweet little girl whom I know will cherish her.