I had a cat that the bf brought home due to feeling sorry for it since it had been abandoned at his workplace. Mind you, she was litter trained without a problem and didn't bother the fish nor hamsters (thank you).
However.... regardless that I cleaned that litterbox everytime I walked by the laundry room to the bathroom, she would always go in my ... not nobody elses... clean clothes. Yes.. my clothes. Not my daughters. Not my bf's. Just mine and only when I left the house to do the shopping. I don't leave very often except to go outside with the kid or out to do errands.
The only reason she's outside now, is because she drove me crazy jumping in and out of the window a thousand times a hour wanting to go outside. So, I stuck her outside. That was the first cat that I ever came across that I hated.
Go figure... maybe she was acting out because I left her in the house and wouldn't let her out.
