The Day of Rest

So...it's Sunday almost bedtime, time to read and relax not time to clean up cat urine in the living room. I have a persian named willie. wil and i have been pals for a long time, in reality, I'm his mom and he's my son.

I'm curled up on the big chair in the lounge. i'm trying to read "Blink" when wil comes in and gives me the look. i pick him up and put him on my lap and smell urine. now the wool blanket stinks and my fingers are doused with a bit of urine dew. I take a deep breath, roll my eyes and put my book down. i'm really trying to ignore the fact that there's a pool of pee somewhere in the house seeping into the hardwood floor.

ten seconds pass...

I can't stand it. all i can think of is hardwood darkened with cat pee, the smell is secondary. i have to get up and search. first to the nook where i've gotten in the habit of laying paper towels down in a heap in one of his regular corners. it's dry. i go to the living room which has only recently become his soon-to-be favorite spot to unload. well i've found the puddle which is huge and because the house is just a bit settled, it's run down to the far corner of the room. oh, and i've stepped in it too. the paper towel roll was new yesterday but is now a few sheets shy of being all used up.

i'm not going to detail the entire cleanup because i'm tired of typing but here's a list of the poopin and peeing today.

ashley has pooped in the house 3 timess. she no longer does it outside.
wil pooped earlier in two once pristine rooms.
there was a little dash of poop on the counter but i'm not sure who's foot that came from.

it helps to write this down.