Things are much better now. Phoebe is still in the closet for when we aren't able to keep an eagle eye on her, but is now sleeping on our now freshly washed quilt next to David on the couch.

We've cleaned the entire apartment so she wont find anything other than the carpet and couch to pee on. Something she hasn't (and I doubt she will) attempted.

All their toys are drying on the counter tops, awaiting some more Frebreeze tomorrow morning. All cats are asleep after a marathon playing session.

We've decided its best to rehome the babies after their surgery. We'll begin looking for homes now, but wont let them go anywhere until they are healed.

We're going to ask the eye surgeon if she still wants Samson at his next appointment in two weeks. And....see if she wants Phoebe as well. I know that once she see's her, she'll fall in love with her too.

I have a huge request. Please, please, please pray that whatever homes arise, that they are perfect for these little ones. It'll rip my heart out when we have to hand them over, but its necessary. I want my quiet, clean home back, as well as my totally happy kitties.

David apoligized for his unkind words and for being grumpy. Now that I've calmed down and have finally eaten, I know that if I were him, I'd be pretty mad too. His softball bag, equipment and glove were covered in pee...and we'll have to buy him a new glove as soon as we can.

Anyway, thanks for being her for me with your kind words and advice. You are all better than family, you're my PT friends.

Love you all!!!