One nifty thing about the BIG crate was that there was room in between the top of the covered litterbox and the ceiling of the crate, so that one or the other of the cats could get on top of the litterbox for some make-shift alone time.
Oh, that is a really good idea. Especially as I am stretching out my trip while I wait for my stuff to make it up there.
Are you planning to take the cats out of the vehicle to stretch their legs?
Hell. No.
I think I am dosing their water with the Rescue Remedy. I know I am dosing mine.
And whoot visitage!
HMOG, I have so much to do... But the Flexeril just hit and I have never been so happy not to have all my muscles freaking out.
For the record, I never thought you were whining.
I felt really whiny. And I was sick of hearing myself when I stopped.
Thank you for understanding my distress. I was having one of those "it's so shiny, I'll cry if it gets messed up" reactions. But we all know that a book, like a stuffed animal, does not become real until it has been roughed loved up a bit.
I have SA in my apartment! Woot! We watched porn! Woot! (And, as is our wont, deconstructed it while watching.) And yes, she met the boy. She can attest to his powers of cute. Yum.
Me sleep now. Tummy still upset.
Heh. Behold the power of cookies...
SA: I have SA in my apartment!
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I hear a cat horking.
Damn it! I can't log SA out -- this is maddening.
Go to 'set profile' and uncheck the 'stay logged in' or whatever it is....
eta: uncheck "remember you." Then log out.
Success! NOW it's time to sleep....
It seems P-C was quite pleasently startled upon meeting juliana a couple of weeks ago....IJS.
But juliana is a Caucasian devil woman.
