Thing 1 and Thing 2 are very bad kitties

(Thing 1 in grey, and Thing 2 in the tiger stripes)

From the time Spaghetti walked in from work we both could smell it...

Cat urine. Thing 2 is the first to blame for this smell, she pissed all over the sectional we JUST threw out. Weeks ago. Replacing with a new leather couch, and chair. There is piss on the couch.

Spaghetti is NOT happy. At All. No shit, neither am I and I start freaking because I know damn well the look in his eyes says that Thing 2 has only a few hours left to live here.

I can't handle giving away a cat. Or a dog, or any pet for that matter. It kills me. I rescued Thing 2 because no one wanted her. And now he wanted me to do the same. I couldn't do it.

I didn't have a choice. I mean, the couch is less then a month old! He tells me she has to go RIGHT. NOW. I freak. I go upstairs and find Thing 2 I hold her and I sob. I sob and freak out in front of the kids. I couldn't help it.

This cat may have pissed on yet another piece of furniture, but this cat is also my email buddy, during both pregnancies she would sit with me and my daily baths, dipping her tail in the bath. She is a pain in the ass, but she is my cat, damnit.

So after rocking my cat and sobbing like she was already gone. I look at Spaghetti with swollen eyes, and tears on my face. I ask if they could live in my art room?

Fine.

And so I moved them. First the cat tower, then the litter box, the food, the cat cubbie tent, the water jug, and then the cats.

There new digs aren't so bad. The art room is a pleasing purple and lime green, there is a window that gets minor light, the room is 1/2 the house in size, they have TONS of counters to roam, and tables to lay on.

But the pissing did need to stop, and both cats are to blame in one area of the house or another. Thing 1 does her damage in the bedrooms, so they are always closed off. It will be nice to have our doors open for a change. That will be really weird getting used to.

I will miss hearing them wrestle in the hall at night, or getting the run of the house when the dogs are locked up. But it is this or they gatta go. I am glad Spaghetti let them stay.

Well more time for me in my art room. Now I just need a laptop down there and I will be set (I have a fridge, food, art supplies and my cats)

It was just an insanely upsetting day. Plus I have to douse the new couch with cleaner in hopes that the smell was caught soon enough.

So as I stand there smelling like cat urine (since I was scrubbing the couch between sobs) the house is a mess, the kids didn't nap, and I have dishes around the counter top Spaghetti forgot to mention that he was having 3 of his friends over for a BBQ in an hour... oh the insanity of it all... oh and that in a few months we are going to babysit his parents cat (Thing 3) in my art room with my cats) for 12 days... oh no he di-int...

Oh and yes the kids are down in bed now. And yes the wine coolers are tasty. And yes my best friend will be over right after work.