I had to take Mystic to the vet for yet another recheck. I told him that he'd get to stay home if he peed for me. I followed him with a clean cup all morning. I fed him wet food. I watched him drink a gallon of water (ok, so maybe a little less than a gallon) Alas, no pee.

I guess he knew I meant business about peeing and staying home, because no sooner did I put him in the carrier, I heard the tell-tale sound. I wish I didn't have a nice cozy blankie on the bottom, because now I have to go round and round again tomorrow. But maybe tomorrow he'll listen to me and give a sample before the carrier gate opens.

I swear though, he knew what I was saying all along. I get the feeling they all do! They just like to pretend they have no idea what we're saying.