The vet said to wait til Monday because he's obviously peeing, and she won't be able to get urine out of him since he peed already. No sooner did I hang up the phone, he peed in the litterbox. I was scampering around like a chicken looking for a dish to poss under the stream

His look said, "Uh, excuse me?!? I thought this is where I am supposed to go!"

I can not handle this up and down any more! My emotions are too frazzled right now -- waaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.


I really should take today off because I'm sick on top of everything else. I left work a couple days ago with a migraine. Woke up the next morning with Cameron's cold. So now I'm tired, stressed, and snotty, with a sick Mystic.