No house flip for us today! We've been visited by the Domestic Wisdom Fairy, who told us that we really should remove these two hulking pieces of furniture we've been meaning to remove before we haul heavy things up and down stairs. Life will, she said, be so much easier. And she was right. She was followed by the Cat Wisdom Fairy.
The Cat Wisdom Fairy didn't say anything, she just inspired Foot Foot to stalk Foster as Foster tried to check out the new litter box locale. (It's in the upstairs bathroom.) She had Foster cornered behind the toilet. What fun.
So, now what? Foster's litter box is in what is going to become our bedroom, and neither of us want *that* in the bedroom. Foot Foot thinks the entire upstairs is hers, which is wrong, but introducing her to the idea that this is wrong by rearranging the litter box setup evidently isn't the way we need to go. Our respective offices are going to occupy the upstairs bedrooms - are we to have to have two litter boxes up there? This is getting freaking out of control. We've just decided on a plan to have one cat's litter box in the upstairs bath, and the other cat's in Didge's office/man cave. But that puts them both upstairs. Which could potentially mean more fights.
Which means our entire fucking existence now pretty much revolves around two cats, one of whom is determined to drive the other out while driving us out of our minds - which is so completely asinine as to defy any amount of disbelief. Welcome to my realization that I am officially over it. Something's got to give.
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