Got home. Byron, who has been cooped up in the house most of the last couple of weeks due to playing Houdini in the back yard, has peed/sprayed so much that the entire house smells like a latrine. Drew and I have spent the last two hours scrubbing. Just what we needed.

(Nothing our housesitters could have done; no criticism intended in any way to them. Just frustration with the three-legged grumpy old man-cat.)

We think we have mitigated the smell as much as is possible. It's a helluva lot better than when we got here, that's for sure. We have also escape-proofed the back yard so Mr. Cranky Three-Legged-Pants can get outside time and stop messing with the inside. Most importantly, we have blocked the floor vent that he seems to have decided is his own personal outhouse.

I am going to call the vet tomorrow and ask about kitty prozac. Seriously, I just don't know what else to do.

God I'm tired. Bed now.

(Nothing our housesitters could have done; no criticism intended in any way to them. Just frustration with the three-legged grumpy old man-cat.)

Ooh. That's a bit harsh on Drew. Or complimentary, I guess.

Kristin, I just recently bought some Anti-Icky-Poo enzyme cleaner because my cats decided the hallway was a litterbox and it works even better than Nature's Miracle imo.

MisterMax is the maker of the product but they don't sell directly. I bought a quart for $6.29 from my family-owned pet store and the first site has it for $13! Petco and Petsmart do not appear to carry it.

Oh, yuck, Kristin! {{{Kristin and Drew}}} {{{Byron}}}

We have also escape-proofed the back yard so Mr. Cranky Three-Legged-Pants

And because I'm severely coffee-impaired at the mo, I'm seeing Byron wearing one of Jilli's custom "Cranky" bloomers, thereby rendering him more cranky.

Damn, I really need my coffee.

c'mere Joe. She says I get to cuddle with you Chicago style in 5 places while singing U2 songs or something.

I'm a tad afeared of what "Chicago style" cuddling entails. And I don't know if I'm limber enough to do it in five places.

And I'm not a big U2 fan.

In short, o_a...I'ma pass, but thanks.

I haz a picspam: New Dress!

That's in our backyard. No good reason for taking them or for posting them, except I'm trying not to fear my own photgraphic image.

Ooooo! Pretty Nora!

Writing about the actual stuckness...what it feels like, what it looks like, darkest imaginings, etc. might help to break some of the lock the fear has on you.

It's an interesting concept, bonny-- although something I think would be better served by writing longhand in my paper journal. That's been one of my tricks in the past to unstick myself-- there's something about writing longhand that I find more freeing-- the not being able to go back and delete and stress over making something "just so."

As weird as it may seem, there may actually be a 'benefit' in being frozen right now.

Who knows? Anything is possible. Could be that once I get past this, I may become even more productive than I usually am. Thanks for the suggestions.