The reason it is raining poo on your head is that you are standing in the litter tray while I’m trying to clean it.
The reason I am now shouting at you is that it is raining poo on my carpet. The reason it is raining poo on my carpet is that you knocked the litter tray off the cage while I was trying to clean it because you decided it would be fun to go for a climb.
The reason the Howling Death Beast has come out to terrify all four of you is that you knocked the litter tray all over the carpet and I am now having to hoover up litter. And poo. I am increasingly of the opinion that I am never having children.