I am *SO* terribly behind in reading posts (450 unread!!).  I promise I'll
try to catch up soon and start posting, but in the meantime, know that I am
reading purr requests and I'm sending quiet purrs to all who need them!

I haven't been posting because I'm still battling depression (I'm counting
the days until I can get in to see my doctor on the 31st - and thanks,
Howard, for giving me several medication alternatives to discuss with him
that might help the fibromyalgia pain).  I'm even at the point of writing
(*BAD*) poetry - for me that's really almost rock bottom!  ;>

Oh top of that I feel so bad and *SO* guilty for what I did last night /
this morning.  I had to cut the grass yesterday and then when DH got home,
around 6PM, I made him go out and use the leaf-blower (I can't control the
thing and tend to p*ss off the neighbors when I try).  Because he had to
leave the garage door open, I locked the cat door into the rest of the house
so Jessie wouldn't try her usual escape.

The problem was I forgot to UNlock it after he was done.  It wasn't until
this morning when Bandit huffed past me with an indignant *MEW* and
proceeded to pee (a *LOT*) in the corner of my bedroom, right in front of
me, that I realized what I had done.  Oh man, I can't believe my poor old
girl had to hold it so long she couldn't hold it any more.  She has *never*
urinated outside her litter box in all the 15 years of her life.  Having
been forced to do so must have been very humiliating for her.  I apologized
profusely, but she hasn't forgiven me yet.  Now I have to go find some
Nature's Miracle before any of the other girls decide to mark that spot with
*their* scent.

After I did open the cat door, there was a line at the litter boxes!  I
guess the younger girls were just better at holding it or since, unlike
Bandit, they go during the day, they didn't have to hold it as long (Bandit
sleeps all day and waits until evening to make one *huge* clump).

Anyway, shame on me for being such a bad meowmie!

Hugs,

CatNipped