Heather died. We still have Harriet. I don't want to get a rep as The Crazy Lady That Always Posts About Her Cat Problems so "that's all I have to say about that."
I'm really tired of cleaning up the little gift piles our two kittens keep leaving on the floor. I know they were literally "born in a barn", but enough already! Today I'm going to try two new things- a hood cover for the litter box (maybe they're craving more privacy) and different food (maybe the Wal-Mart brand isn't agreeing with them).
When I think about what happened Friday night, I still get sick to my stomach. If you dislike cats or don't want to read a very sad story, please don't click.