(Nora, yes, this is D I am talking about)

Man, I hope his power's back on.

Connie, that does suck. Will you get a reduction in rent? Is it at all feasible to move yourselves?

Incoming ASSCAP bomb -

GODDAMMIT BELLA JUST PEED IN THE BUCKET I KEEP MY RAGS IN. She jumped IN a cleaning bucket and PEED. I have HAD IT with her fucking diva attitude. I think she won't use the litter boxes because they are in the same room as the kittens. Who are in a FUCKING WIRE CRATE and cannot get to her, much less hurt her. Not that they could because they are TINY and TERRIFIED.

I just doused the kitchen in Feliway. After I picked her up and yelled in her face, which will do no practical good but kind of made me feel better.

eta yes, Nora, the power is back on.

I'm hoping he finds something in Salt Lake or he gets a quick line on another job. The only benefit to coming to the house is, well, he has somewhere to live, which is no small thing.

I hate the idea of Hubby moving, because he's in so much worse shape than when we last moved.

I am sorry that the kittens and Bella aren't working out together. I hope the kittens find their forever homes (I really don't like that phrase) soon. They sound adorable. Unless you are Bella and have few ways to express your dissatisfaction that fluffballs have invaded your home.

So now the backroom, which became my room with my computer and genealogy and beading and books has to be cleaned out for him to move into. Yes, it's his house, and he could be saying "I need the house, you need to move,"

What a stress for everyone. I mean, it is his house so his taking the backroom is less than he could ask but hugely stressful all around.

I hope he finds something soon and with a fabulous housing opportunity too.

Dad's MRI is tomorrow morning. Just heard. And an already-scheduled ultrasound on his legs but that is really precautionary and not what I am freaking out over. I am worried about the MRI.

Hilariously, mom just misspelled my name in a text. To my sister and I. Who have the same fucking first name. It was a typo, I am sure. But funny.

Silly girl, I wish I could come visit to help take care of you! I'm a good cleaner, I have references and everything. And I could dye your hair and make you laugh and take Buffista post dictation.

This is very tempting! Do you think Southwest will take a frozen chicken and a half-empty carton of ice cream as payment?

Also...BAD KITTY!

~ma, Cass. Just... ~ma.

Okay, calmer now. I've decided to lavish attention on Bella, who gets slighted because she will only come for scritches if no other pets are around (which pretty much never happens). I'm soaking the stuff she peed on (hey, already in a bucket!), I washed my work clothes while showering via the grape stomping method, litter pans are scooped and one relocated to my bedroom, did dishes, fed them all, and am now feeding myself.

Then I'll fix lunch for tomorrow and prep a slow cooker meal, and hustle next door to clean for an hour or so. Then walk Frankie, quick socialization play with kittens, shower #2, and crash.

I cooked up some tofu for dinner. That should not have me in a flop sweat, should it? Darned high temps and possible hot flashes.

I don't want to go outside. The air is hot and full of smoke and my lungs seize up. Apparently there are health warnings out.

smonster sorry about the kitty problems.

Somehow I ended up with 2 cats with sensitive stomachs. The wet food they would actually eat doesn't agree with them. The dry food I switched them too (because it was grain free) doesn't agree with them.

I ordered more of the Natural Balance that seems to work for them. I had a cat for 20 years and she would eat anything and be fine except for hairballs occasionally. And hers were not as messy as Dean's.

Why do pets have to be complicated. And expensive.

Why do pets have to be complicated. And expensive.

No kidding.

Okay, tomorrow's lunch made and slow cooker meal mostly prepped. Off to clean, only an hour later than I hoped. Frankie may not get a walk tonight, but he had a great romp yesterday night, so oh well.