Baby Cat is at The Houston Cat Hospital, awaiting her lady-garden-ectomy tomorrow morning.
Due to the offices being closed on Friday and Saturday this week, I will not be able to pick her up until Monday. I am very sad she is gone, the house seems empty without her bright little eyes.
That said, the mancats -- especially Smokey -- are still struggling with, as Skeezix once called them, "urjez".
As a result, I did not get much sleep last night.
You try to control three 20-25 pound mancats with "urjez", it's not that easy.
When they weren't trying to break the door down with sheer force, they were making these awful noises.
Hopefully tonight will be better now that the hormonal little Baby Cat is away.
Leslie said tuna water works better than using fragrance to mask whatever scent poor little KC has on her! She said to pat all the cats down with tuna water and they would all be equal and all smell the same... toona fishy.
And that the house should smell like tuna for a few days.
It's not a pleasant choice for me, but if it brings peace and quiet to the house, I'm all for it.
So we will be having Toona-Pollooza in a few hours.
And to sweet Auntie JudiBug, the kitties and I are sending love and purrs.
Her diagnosis came back a few hours ago, and the mass is cancer.
She will be seeing a cancer specialist this next week.