Turtle had to be the one that is obstinant. She has been my favorite, since her mother (the wayward stray that surprised us with a second litter the week she had an appointment to be neutered) brought her to the windowsill.
She has the richest, long-haired coat that looks like a melting, turtle sundae...recently stirred into a swirl. With caramel/peridot eyes to match. She drapes in your arm like a ragdoll, as soon as you pick her up. And she is a comical klutz, with a devilish mind that seems to be working things out all the time.
Unfortunately she is smart enough to realize that the cleanest "litter box" in the house, is the bathtub. She will use the proper box if we toss her in when we catch her in the tub. But she goes right back to the bathtub when we're not looking. We are not lax about our boxes either. They get tended to daily. I suppose, at least she uses the tub and not some random corner! At least the tub is porcelain and can be disinfected!