Patience of Job.

The piss smell has returned. Puffy has an appointment to see the vet on Saturday morning to get her annual rabies shot, so I hope the situation can be resolved once and for all then.

This really bothers me, because yesterday I found out that our neighbor at the end of the street has a son the same age as ours. I've planned to go on a neighborhood walk with the wife and kiddo tomorrow, and when she stops by I won't even be able to invite her in because the smell is localized in the room where the front door is. I'm trying my damndest to figure out where the deposit is this time, but I'm so mad at this cat that I could scream. Out of all the shelter cats that I could have picked, how dd I end up with one with urinary problems? And a frickin' KITTEN at that?

Further, I'm planning some playdates for young'uns Roland's age in the next several weeks. This house needs to be pretty damn close to immaculate, or at least smell like it. I don't want people thinking we live like slobs. God, I just want to get a pot of cold water and douse her with it. Maybe that'll knock some sense into her fuzzy little head. She doesn't get that I'M the dominant cat in this house.