I have no energy to do anything, and there's a million things to do. And my fucking house smells like cat pee again (still?), despite Wiley cleaning the floor last night. I am fast approaching the "the cats go or I go" state with these beasties. I could put up with their chaos when there was no baby chaos, but the combination is driving my out of my mind. Yes, I have even reached the point where I could be the cruel heartless bitch who drops them at the pound. That's how tired I am of them.
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Date: 2002-06-14 12:38 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-06-14 12:49 pm (UTC)Who's bringing the darts?
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Date: 2002-06-15 04:13 pm (UTC)After two days, they couldn't stand it, and they got her back, thinking they'd give her one more chance. It must have been like kitty boot camp or something, because she hasn't peed in the floor since. I guess the pound scared the hell out of her.
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Date: 2002-06-18 08:55 pm (UTC)My cat NEVER does that. and I mean never. I guess I am blessed. She is very smart and very hygenic.
I love my kitty.