My shape is still in flux, so I've not yet had luck with the ones I bought the time before. And I'm an awkward composition of parts that seems to not conform dramatically to 95% of the configurations out there. I know what works, just hard to find.
I think Loki just sprayed, as much a a fixed cat can, the French door screens. There was an outside cat, but it stayed out by the porch railing. It's not super strong, but unmistakable. And making Pumpkin mental. It's not affecting him, which adds to my suspicion.
I will give their manufacturer ALL MY MONEY FOREVER!
Yeah, that's what I thought. Then when I went to go buy another one a year later? No longer made. Like it never even existed. *poof*
This makes me thankful that outside cats would need to have 20' vertical leaps to make mine feel territorial.
Fortunately, the trip to the vet cleared up Jackson's spraying problem so quickly I'd almost suspect he figured out the cause-and-effect relationship between the two. So my sofa is now covered in cat hair that the Dustbuster can't seem to touch, but the new upholstery is blissfully urine-free.
I'm in a housefull of relatives who are all happy and well-fed.
I thought about bra shopping today, to the point of poking through the lingerie department while mom was trying on Land's End stuff but I couldn't find what I think is my current size anywhere, so did not get as far as trying anything on. Kind of a relief. Having a few bras that actually fit would be better, but getting to that end is daunting.
Is Jackson death glare black cat or the Siamese? I just gotta know. Also, gotta have a beater attachment to get the cat hair. And even that...all my furniture has washable covers and that happens at least once a year.
Smell is almost gone. Almost wonder if it wasn't so much spraying as full pheromone dump.
It's now 78 inside. I might have goosebumps.
Today was 88 here, but gorgeous -- nice breeze, not humid. But by Tuesday it will be high of 55?????
I'm a little concerned that the blood sacrifice worked. But WOO!
