I spoke too soon. The diarrhoea came back with a vengeance tonight after nearly two weeks of normal poop. The kitchen floor, including the leg of the table, the big comforter on the sofa and surrounding carpet, the hall carpet, and the wood floor by the bookcases all got splattered within an hour. I was running from one mess to another. I don't have any isolation bedrooms left since the CH kitten has to stay in secondary isolation for ringworm for another two weeks and I had to isolate Ginger in another bedroom because I can't cover every piece of soft furnishing with plastic. At midnight (and I have to get up at 5am to go to work) I knew I'd have to isolate Beans in the litter room. Now I've got 6 litter boxes lined up in the bathroom, so cramped that I can hardly get to the loo, and Beans has 4 litter boxes to himself and his bed in the litter room. I feel so terribly sorry for Beans because his bum is so sore that it looks bloody. It's off to the vet with him tomorrow morning.