Take my word for it
When at some point on Thursday morning you notice the cat eating a piece of cellophane and you think to yourself, "Self, you should give that cat the hydrogen peroxide treatment so he will throw up that piece of cellophane," you really should do it.
When you go into the bathroom on Friday morning and notice a terrible odor that you know is not from yourself or your 3 year old, you should put on your apron before you start looking for the cat.
At the very least you should hang your apron where your 3 year old can reach it so that he can help you when you ask him to.
When you go to bed at night, do yourself a favor and do the dishes. You can not possibly move all the dirty dishes so you can access the sink while holding a screaming, scratching, covered in poop, 24 lb cat and give directions to your 3 year old at the same time. It simply cannot be done. You only have 2 hands.
When you give your 3 year old a direction like "Please get mommy the scissors that are in the bathroom by the hairbrushes," and you realize that he is throwing all the hairbrushes at you while you are holding a now soaking wet, covered in poop, 24 lb cat, because he is scared to go near said cat, be aware that he is going to throw the scissors at you next. Try to remember to teach him how to properly hand over scissors before the crap hits the fan again.
Please put some underwear where your 3 year old can reach them. He can halfway dress himself, but if he is running around naked while the cat is screaming and breaking everything in the kitchen you will not be able to get the underwear for him.
When the time comes to send your 3 year old to get towels to attempt to dry off the filthy cat, remember to reassure the kiddo that you are not going to use his beloved Dandy to wipe off the poopy cat. He was worried there for a minute.
Whatever you do, buy those pads for that swiffer thing before there is a poop emergency.
If you have not remembered to pay the trash man and your house is starting to look like Italy, at least put the trash in the garage. The smell of the cat plus the smell of the kitchen trash is wretched. Really.
When all is said and done, have a good laugh with your 3 year old, then pat yourselves on the back. You stayed calm, and he did an excellent of fetching the necessary tools and getting himself ready for school.
But please, keep the cat in the bathroom for a few hours. One poop emergency is quite enough, thank you.
(I hope you aren't offended by our poop-trasophe. It happens. LOL. Photos from top are: a recently thrifted pair of pottery cornucopia vases; a flowery tablecloth from the antique mall this morning, where I went to soothe my soul; an awesome thrifted tablecloth in linen with a Penn Dutch print; and another antique mall tablecloth, a minty green Wilendur. The tablecloths were actually cheaper at the antique mall than the thrift store, go figure. The photos are dark because it is so gray outside, my apologies.)