It's amazing how relative life can be. Prior to one month ago, if someone
would have asked me what sounds I enjoy the most, it would have been the
waves rolling in, in Yahatz or Florence, Oregon.

About 30 minutes ago, I was hanging my coat up, as I saw my cat enter the
bathroom, right around the corner from the front door. I tip-toed close to
the bathroom so as not to let him hear or see me (He doesn't like to be
watched when he is doing his business). And then I heard what has come to
be the most precious sound in my life this past month since george was
blocked: the sound of his bladder emptying into the litter box! I'm sure
other folks who were hit out of nowhere for the first time with a cat who
has such an episode can relate!!!! It's music to my ears these days.

I also realized I cannot always distinguish what is in the box once it's
been buried. Hearing is the best detection method!

ava