Naughty Seamus! That is not the best way to express grief and/or anxiety :( It was exactly that behaviour (piddling on the bed while i was sleeping in it) that almost got Mal thrown out a third floor window. I feel your misery (nothing like the lost sleep of bolting awake in terror every time a cat paw scratches at the covers.) After trying all the usual options that you are clearly already doing, we had to resort to kitty prozac. It works a charm, and thankfully the kitty dose turns out to be 1/4 of the smallest available human doese which i can manage with a cheap pill splitter. And the generic is only $4 for 4 month supply. I felt like i was losing a battle by dosing him, but he's so much better adjusted now and i can even let him sleep on my bed at night.

Hoping, of course that's a behavioral thing and not a kitty UTI or some other physical issue. Booo. Bad kitty.

eta: um, i was really wrong and thinking of harvestmen.

Heh. Yes, very different. Harvestmen aren't spiders at all, strictly. Huntsmen are very spidery spiders. It's all show, they're not at all aggressive (when I was a kid I used to handle them occasionally) and their bite is not fun but not particularly dangerous; but they leave you in no doubt as to their spiderocity.

They actually make pretty good neighbours, because they'll hunt cockroaches and such like. I met one the other night; when I was taking the rubbish out, I found it sitting on our front doorstep. We also have a lot of daddy longlegs in our garage, which suits me fine because they will eat more dangerous spiders like redbacks (of which we also found one in our en suite once).

In conclusion, Jilli is never ever going to visit my house ever, and quite possibly not my entire city either.

It's 7 am. On a Saturday morning. On a Saturay morning that Em is gone and that I am alone in the house. And I've been awake for an hour and a half. I'm guessing this will make for a nice nap later. After laundry and house cleaning.

Oh, Seamus. Not on, kittyboy. Frankie's been having accidents in the house, and I'm not sure why. Back to the vet we go...

In conclusion, Jilli is never ever going to visit my house ever, and quite possibly not my entire city either.

Heh. My mom is terrified of your entire country, what with the crazy Jillifonts and the crocs and sharks and jellyfish and all that.

Purple Rain: look, I was a very sheltered child. Only way I would have seen it was at a friend's house, and that just never happened. Nora, I think this may mean MOVIE NIGHT.

Nora, I think this may mean MOVIE NIGHT.

You gotta dress 80s.

Omg, gotta rock some Appolonia hair.

We're listening to the sdtrk to The Muppets this morning which makes JZ get up and dance in the kitchen every four minutes.

I'm thinking this could be a viable exercise workout like Punk Rock Aerobics.

smonster: [link]

Funny because true.