Well - Kate spent the night in the bathroom so she wouldn't wet on anything. She seems to be doing fine now, though she still keeps sneaking down to the basement to use it as a giant litter box.

Bob is hanging the basement door. Of course he keeps screaming profanities and calling me down there. You know - I know I sound like a witch, but I really don't give a crap that he's having a hard time hanging the door. He won't listen to anything I have to say - including my begging him not to bring home any more cats in the first place!!!

I'm so mad at him I could spit. You know what he did last night? He buried his nose in the sofa cushions and said he couldn't smell anything at all. He just pretends like there's not a problem. The smell is permiating the entire house!

So - I have soaked the cushions overnight in the expensive vet solution and it still hasn't worked. And Bob is saying "Smell? What smell?"

My kids won't sit on any of the furniture. We have to change our clothes if we do.

Oh - and Bob keeps saying "Fine - I'll just get rid of the cat! And since I'm getting rid of my cat you have to get rid of one of your dogs." I didn't ask him to get rid of his freaking cat! It's not her fault! So why is he picking on my dog?

But why should I have to be the one trying to get rid of the smell? Why does he think he can bring animals home and not take care of them??????

He says "Well your dog sh_t in the basement!" Yeah - and I cleaned it up. I didn't let it sit down there, then go down there and say "smell? what smell?" I cleaned it up and brought it outside. I scrubbed the area. You know what he does? He throws a handful of baking soda on his cat crap and calls it done.

Can you tell I'm furious? I haven't been this mad in I don't know how long!