Aargh! I just caught my new kitty peeing in my laudry basket!!!!

Ack, Sophia! Male or female cat?

edit: and more importantly, was there any laundry in it?

Liv was tossing a fit at the doctors office where I went to pick up Owen's immunization record for school. One of the ladies said, "Oh, she's so cute!" as I had to pack her up and toss her over my shoulder while she screamed bloody murder. The other lady said, "She's a keeper."

I responded without thinking, "Want her?" but ammended it to "just for the afternoon" so they wouldn't call CPS on me.

Female. I got her from a student who had her in a dorm room. I learned a few days ago that her parents were getting rid of the kitty because of innappropriate peeing, but I thought I was safe because I've had her over a month with no incidents. I just changed to weird organic litter, so I think I will change back.

and yes, she peed on the only summer pants that fit me!

Niiice. If she was doing fine before the litter change, a good chance it was a protest. To be on the safe side, you might want to keep the basket out of pee range for a while.

MK was peeing everywhere when the diabetes hit. Even after he got regulated, he kept doing it. So I had to move/block/hide every thing/place where he'd peed. Took a bit, but mostly took care of it and I was able to take down the barrier and replace stuff . He'll still pee in front of the box if his sugar is off or he doesn't think the box is clean enough. Where dirty= pooped in. Ahrg. But that's what chux are for....

Ugh, Sophia. Good luck with that. White vinegar is pretty good on pee if you don't have nature's miracle handy.

And it is this horrible horrible outcome that is seen as a fate worse than death in our society that totally pushes my buttons. Screaming, ranty, I want to kill something buttons.

Article on kids and happiness: [link]

To which I responded without really thinking "Oh good! Because we live on the fourth floor and I don't think he'd make it!"

t falls out fourth floor window laughing

I was about ready to sell my 4-year-old to the gypsies this afternoon in the library. Every other kid in there was being all quiet and docile, while mine ran wild while I trailed behind her sputtering about time outs and revoking library privileges.

Sigh. I'm that parent.

I think next week before the library run, I'm going to have to tell her that if she runs or shouts or refuses to stop playing with the puppet animals when I say it's time to get our books and check them out, we're immediately going home without our books, and that she'll lose library privileges for the next week. Because I don't like being That Parent.

The nadir of people's happiness came when children reached the ages of 12-16, and only recovered when they had flown the coop, he said.

Is this a big revelation to anyone who's ever met a teenager?

Is this a big revelation to anyone who's ever met a teenager?

Or watched the last few seasons of Angel?