We've been lazy posting, and of course, no one missed us. *sigh*
A bigger sigh is because since Memorial Day we seem in one long litter-box crisis upstairs.
Billy is intermittently stalking his Aunt Emily, who then hides behind the litter-box to do her business. She's leaving a solid miss as often as everyday. She has also had a soft stool, like stress is giving her diarrhea
One (or both) of the boys is missing the litter-box up to once a day, soaking the cat paper. We're going through that stuff at an amazing pace.
This morning hit a mew low, with someone missing even the cat papper. Katherine had to empty the closet to clean out under the plastic blanket boxes.
I just don't see an end in sight.
I'm in the same state, or I'd have missed you! (Actually, I did. I'm sure I came by once or twice while you were gone).
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