Migraine and fibromyalgia for two days, crying jags on first day. Yuck. *sigh* Better second day. At work today. Bleah.
Tomorrow I go to Jeshua, evidently he wants to talk to me. Very curious what he has to say but also very hesitant since I really don’t want another talk on how I’m supposed to focus on the happy stuff. Grief is grief and it needs to get out. It is passing, I know how to feel better. So I hope it isn’t more of that.
A tale of two kitties
Things are getting bad with the two kitties, Miss Mitty and Jackie Lao. JL has begun laying in wait for Miss Mitty when she passes through the bedroom on her way to litter box in the bathroom. The bathroom is only accessible through the bedroom, JL’s lair. For awhile she was chasing MM on her way out. Now JL is keeping her from getting where she needs to go.
I’m laying on the couch last night after a nice hot shower, in my cozy robe and thick wool socks under the afghan. Miss Mitty comes and sits on my feet. Awwww, I’m thinking. She looks me in the eye and suddenly my foot feels VERY warm. My first thought is, I didn’t know these socks could get THIS warm THAT fast. My next thought is “Holy Shit, Miss Mitty is peeing on me!” As I frantically try to disentangle myself from the now wet warm layers. Thank god I had a slip cover on the couch, the couch was not harmed. Must wash everything else. I can’t believe it. My cat pissed on me. Right on me. Looking me straight in the eye.
Miss Mitty, looking all innocent with no hint of the horror she would vent on me later this day.
Jackie Lao looking evil, which is only her when she’s stalking Miss Mitty. All other times she is a really sweetie. But this is SO not okay.
I have now put a litter box in the outer rooms. MM used it last night and I’m relieved to a point. I really don’t want kitty pissing wars in the house, landlord will kill me and it will be unbearable. I really don’t want a litter box in the area near the kitchen but it’s the only place I can get it out of the way. Gah!
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