unbridled enthusiasm

so i finished my medical cat, and as i mentioned previously, meagan and i got a regular cat. well, a kitten cat, who i call kitty city. in this pic you can see her helping me study.







we found her while shopping for eggs, and after her fleas and farts subsided, she turned out to be a nice companion and addition to our southern home. she reads with meagan, plays with indy, smells like a kitten should (fluffy), and does all those kitten things that make everyone coo.





however...

she's a terror. an absolute terror. yes, kittens should be curious, and yes there is a learning curve and adjustment period to domestic life...

but she is unstoppable. at this point i would prefer that she still had those king kong farts.

she looks cute, but she really pisses us off, and meagan's newest refrain is, "i'm gonna punch you in your kitty cat face!"

of everyone in the house, indy is the most tolerant. he ignores her constant nagging and tail biting, (as i do with meagan), and tends to keep a level head when she's climbing all over him.

an example of her terror is her new and exciting habit of peeing in our bed. while this may sound like fun, and maybe an invigorating way to reinvent your night life, let me set the record straight and let everyone know that it doesn't. in fact it sucks. really sucks. at first i thought this was an annoyance, and i was somewhat confident it would tail off as she learned, as i did, that pissing in the bed leaves you covered in urine, and as such, is a terrible idea.

so imagine my surprise last night as i was playing in one of our plants when i came across this...

as indy is showcasing here, kitty city peed on our futon. compared to her previous piece's of work, this one is also a small, yellowish circle, comprised entirely of urine. that's right, she's taken to pissing on the couch in my rumpus room! oh, the joy!

talk about your pieces of crap.

why do you continue to pee where i don't want you to pee?

so this week i've washed our comforter 3 times and now have a urine couch. since i can only flip this cushion once, i'm getting a bit nervous. in fact, i've become a wee-tad paranoid that there's urine everywhere; i imagine it's in the air, under my bare feet, dripping from the ceiling. if i hear a drip anywhere in the house i bolt from my chair, and meagan has become accustomed to hearing me say, "i think there may be urine on this."

and meagan isn't exempt from this urine craze either. i've heard her wake up at 4am saying, "i think she's peeing!"

why oh why? im not sure what to do at this point, as this is one of those problems that is best attended to while the culprit is young. if i don't deal with now, i'm afraid that by the times she's 4 months old she could be smoking. so maybe if i got an electric blanket that would help. ill see what the internet says about that and report back later.