Is the wrong religion better than none at all?

GUJARATI Boyfriend

I might pay to see that and film it and show it at Christmas.

edit: Poor Mom-of-Polter, all she has to fight us is generations of tradition. It'd be easy to feel a little sorry for her, if she relaxed a bit.

It'd be easy to feel a little sorry for her, if she relaxed a bit.

DON'T GIVE IN, PC. STAY STRONG.

bonny, things that have worked for friends with walkabout cats: a carrier they've used before with a garment that smells of the owner inside. Or if they hate the carrier, some sort of box or dennish enclosure a cat would seek for shelter, with the smelly garment inside.

Don't laugh, but their litter box, with used litter, left in some accessible place that can be watched. Familiar smell will attract, and if you're quick and nimble, you can grab, or have a favorite smelly treat on hand--Greenies or Temptations. If the cat is fed treats from a jar or a pouch, rattle the container; it's a recognizable sound associated with something pleasant.

Hav-a-hart traps can work, too, when other tries have failed.

The only problem with the t-shirt, and the litterbox approach is that a resident outdoor cat might take offense at alien cat-smells and cover that scent with his or her own, rendering it neutralized as an attractant.

Good luck!

It'd be easy to feel a little sorry for her, if she relaxed a bit.

YOU MUST CHILL! I HAVE HIDDEN YOUR GUJARATI DAUGHTERS-IN-LAW!

C'mon, throw his folks a bone...GUJARATI Boyfriend

I see what you did there.

YOU MUST CHILL! I HAVE HIDDEN YOUR GUJARATI DAUGHTERS-IN-LAW!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

That's hilarious.

Also, hi! I haven't been posting much this summer, but I'm still reading.

The folks will be back tonight, but is there anything you can suggest?

Good suggestions already. How far away did they move from? It may be that the cat is heading "home." If it's close, I'd put clothing-lined cardboard boxes near there as well as the new house it escaped from. It's harder that the owner isn't home, since stranger's voices aren't going to garner attention the way a familiar voice will. I've found that every time one of my cats has escaped, once they get hungry or tired of prowling they respond to my voice even when they're too scared to leave a current hiding place. Then I follow the sounds of the terrified yowling until visual is achieved. And I've learned the hard way why our local fire department refuses to respond on cats in trees, my soft, squishy, trimmed-claw, indoor cat Nico almost clawed off my hair, neck, and back last time I rescued him from the roof. Carriers are made of win for self-protection when rescuing a scared cat.

In non-cat related news, I'm pretty sure I somehow picked up a case of Molluscum contagiosum. I gotta credit Dan Savage here for the diagnosis (thanks Savage Love Podcast!). A few weeks ago I noticed these growths on my vulva and got grossed out and upset. They don't hurt or itch and I wouldn't notice them if I weren't down with self-exploration. I figured the only thing it could be would genital warts (hello, stigma!) but I haven't been sexually active in years and never had them before. Now, I was tested for HPV years ago when the gardasil vaccine came out, and had several strains, but I've never had any symptoms. Not being sexually active, I'm also in no position to spread warts so I figured I'd let it go for now, try not to freak out too much, and discuss at my next gyno appt whether it's worth going through any of the treatment options.

Today I was listening to the Savage Love podcast and one of callers was talking about this other virus that also causes these non itchy lesions that sound (and look, from photos) exactly like what i've got. (Ok, given the location it's tough for me to get a close look, but I have a hand mirror.) And it makes sense, I could have caught the virus from any of the many public surfaces on which I sit at the local pool (when nekkid I sit on a towel, but I'm not super vigilant about washing that towel. Usually it hangs dry then goes right back into my swim bag until i start to notice a smell.)

Now I'm utterly paranoid about spreading it further. I'm scared of taking a bath, of using a towel more than once before washing it, of not immediately washing my hands with soap after any time i touch myself. It's creepy, and I don't like the self-shaming that comes with any genital issue. I suppose I could call in tomorrow and make a Dr's appt, but why bother since it's likely to heal on it's own in a few more weeks and the idea of having anything cryogenically frozen off my vulva makes me cringe. I remember what happened with the moles on my back *shudder*

So, um, yeah, should I bother going through likely unpleasant for treatment for something that isn't having any negative symptoms aside from grossing me out and forcing me to seriously step up my towel laundry schedule?

erin, would you feel better knowing for sure? I'm sorry you are dealing with this.