Last night.

Woke up wondering where the hell that came from...

I was lucky enough to be walking by at the time and heard her scratching like she does in the litter box. I told her no and put her in one of the litter boxes.

This last week, after we had her spayed, she's been avoiding her litter box. (I had a hunch it was her and then I saw Silver use it a couple of times, so....)

I don't think she's avoiding it all the time (or I think I would have found more cat urine/feces in more places). But I haven't seen her in/use the box at all. It may be a more often than not, she's avoiding it.



I don't know if she's displeased or stressed/reacting to the spaying, or if, perhaps, it's something like a UTI.

She's eating and drinking just fine, and running around playing with her sister, so her health seems o.k.

But, I told Matt it'd probably be a good idea to take her over to Banfield and get her checked out just in case. And they can offer some advice.


She's used the box perfectly and consistently up until the spay...so, part of me is thinking this is reactionary.

Ugh.


It never ends.


Pen this up as another reason why I don't have/want human children.

I do pass them along.

Do you think people would send gifts?

And got myself a gun... (Sorry, Sopranos moment.)

Woke up to Matt up and about.

The kittens--one of them, actually, I think--had expressed their displeasure, either with us or with each other (because they weren't very happy with one another), by marking turf. There was a bit of kitten pee near the curtains and some poop around the edges of the bed.

So, we've been up and cleaning since 5:30 this morning.

The kittens are now in the half-bathroom with some extra towels on the floor for comfort. They're not happy. I figure we'll try to keep them separated for another day or two, but....God.


And I'm taking a sick day. I was already thinking about it when I woke up. Then came the mess. Then I caught a glimpse of traffic on I-24.

I just couldn't do it.

I am coughing some today, so I could say it's preemptive...


Making a grocery store run for more cleaning supplies and some general grocery needs; running to PetSmart when it opens to pick up the carpet cleaner that's supposed to banish the smell of cat urine. Then, I come back home and finish off the laundry (some that already needed doing and some that needed doing after this morning's wake up call).

And then, I catch up on NaNoWriMo. Because I'm a bit behind. Not a huge bit, but enough.

Let me add it to the other lava lamp-like images I've collected.



(Granted, I love this whole scene...)

The floors need vacuuming. The kitchen sweeping. The bathtub cleaning. The bed skirt needs to be pulled out because it's ripped to all hell on Matt's side of the bed.

Why bother?


The kittens are home, freaked out. Silver was flinging herself against the side of the carrier, so I let them out; they can do just as much harm to themselves if they feel trapped in the carrier as they can when they're out of it. Right now, they're both just huddled and quiet beneath our bed.


The Smyrna cats are doing o.k. Wondering what's with all the coming-and-going.


I'm tired.

I'd like a nap, but I know I'm too tired to sleep easily.


I hate winter daylight or, rather, the lack of it. It's dark by 5:00. I'm not a sun worshiper, by any means, but this is draining.


Really, I think I'm about ready to check into a hotel for a couple of days to get away from everyone and everything.