Baby, our famous peeing, vomiting, mouse-killing in the bedroom cat, has now committed the unthinkable: she peed on a stack of #1 Son’s BOOKS, piled in a laundry basket for easy transport back to college.
These books included:
The Name of the Rose
As I Lay Dying (2 copies)
Welcome to Hard Times
Reading Lolita in Tehran (Hey, that one was mine!!)
a few books for classes past
This is in addition to ruinously peeing on flannel sheets in the laundry queue while I was at camp, as well as the other garden variety peeing we expect any old day of the week.
We’re going in to see the vet on Friday morning. I am beside myself. I’ve said this before, but if we’re getting into ruination of things that cannot be laundered, I’m not sure how to keep living with her.
Naturally she is the cat who most likes to snuggle with me, the one purring in my ear every night.
This is a struggle.