Steam...

Wow. What a morning. I got up, Didge informed me he'd found another solution to the cat problem, and I asked him to take Foster to the litter box before going to bed (he'd stayed up all night in preparation for working tonight). He didn't. He went to bed, Foot Foot kitty went on patrol, I chased Foot Foot and Totsi the Dog up the stairs, and Foster started looking around for a spot for her morning business. Then she went back up on top of the fridge. I tried to lure her to the litter box with a piece of a hot dog, didn't work. On the top of the fridge she sat. (I get severe contact dermatitis if I touch cats, so I can't pick her up to carry her. Had I mentioned that part yet?)

I threw the mother of all fits. It's been a long time coming, and I found it almost immediately relieved the past week's (or is it two?) lingering headache. And I really don't give one flying damn if I scared the cats and the dog. They'll get over it. I have more than had it, as I've expressed in here on more than one occasion. Being calm about it didn't work, so I kicked it up a bit. I'm sick and damned tired of having to tiptoe around a cat, plan a house around a cat, fret about the well-being of a cat while the other cat and the dog have to sit, be very quiet, and be scolded. And I am really sick and tired of the smell of cat pee emanating from the drain of the downstairs shower. (Thus far, nothing's worked to get rid of it.)

The cat even peed on Totsi the Dog's most favorite toys. They had to be thrown out. That was really the point when it dawned on me that the two happiest beings in this house are Didge and Foster. The other three of us are living around them, on their schedule, staying out of their way, and keeping them happy. Not a fucking option, sweet cheeks! I am an animal lover, my dog is like my child, but I have never seen anyone let anything like this happen.

Great gawdamighty, I was furious. The whole neighborhood probably knows it now. It's been an hour, and I'm still a little shaky from it.

Throwing the laundry over the balcony really helped. I needed it downstairs anyway, and now it's all sorted in neat little piles for a therapeutic laundry day. I dare, absolutely dare, anyone to cross me. Princess Badvibes is on the loose, and she's not feeling charitable.