What a Pisser–Cats & Classmates

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Well, the good news is…..both cats stayed inside last night and I woke up to a clean counter! Woot! AND an unused cat box…double WOOT! :)

Let’s hope it stays that way because I was about to have kitty fricassee one night this week.

The bad news is….we had to cancel our class reunion. Yeah, bummer, I know. It sucks but what can I say? Only ONE person bought a ticket. ONE. So, with less than 3 weeks to go before the ‘deadline’ we canceled it. What other choice did we realistically have? No one has the time to go tracking everybody down to beg them to buy a ticket. Besides, I sent out personal FB messages to nearly all of the classmates. I sent out so many of them FB threatened to close my account for spamming. That was months ago. So, ya know, everybody knew we were having this thing. It’s not like it was some big secret.

I did get a few responses. Some people sent messages back saying they were planning on attending. Several others sent messages back wanting to know if we intended to post a list of people who were attending. You know, cuz, they didn’t want to come if ‘that one’ was coming but they definitely wanted to come if ‘the other one’ was coming. Yeah, it’s easy to see some people never left high school. I didn’t bow to them. They either wanted to come or not. Period. What difference should it make who else was coming? We’re all supposed to be adults now.

I posted several times for people to get their tickets. I directed them to our little webpage so they could pay online or they could contact me for the name and address of the person handling paper payments. I didn’t want her personal information on the web, I mean, it’s not like she has a PO box or something. I didn’t feel comfortable putting up her home address for just anyone anywhere to see. Said website contained all of the information they needed otherwise; time, date, place, menu, cost per person breakdown, ticket price (just $3.00 above the menu price so we could have something to work with for a DJ and decorations) and the deadline to buy tickets. It was expressly stated people needed to buy their tickets before that deadline so we could have a headcount. It was also expressly stated that tickets would NOT be sold after that date.

Yep, all we were waiting on was them. Our classmates. We waited and we waited and we waited some more until we couldn’t wait any longer or risk losing the deposit a classmate was kind enough to put down out of her own personal funds. Cuz, ya know, venues like to have at least a little money in advance. Go figure, huh? This classmate already lost one deposit on this reunion it would be completely unfair to let her lose a second one.

So it was canceled.

Now that it’s canceled….people are upset.

(Can you see my rolling eyes and pursed lips yet????)

The date wasn’t good for some of them. It was the weekend after Thanksgiving and they already had plans to do whatever they do at Thanksgiving and couldn’t travel the week after. Most of them were coming ‘home’ for the holiday and I see their point, I knew it would be a tricky date but it was what it was. If the class wanted to have an actual 30th Reunion….instead of a 31st Reunion….that was the date. It was the last date the place had this year and we snagged it. I mean, if an old friend invited you to their wedding the weekend after Thanksgiving would you ask them to change it because it sorta conflicted with your schedule?

I’ve heard from a lot of people who were “planning on attending” and who were “going to buy a ticket”.

Yeah, ok, ya know what? I was “going to” win the lottery, I was really “planning on it” but…..I forgot to buy a ticket! How’s that? Make sense?

I’ve even heard from a few folks who bought their airline tickets yet did not buy a ticket for the reunion. Huh? Weird. I’d think you’d buy both at the same time at least or since flights come and go daily you might buy the reunion ticket first. Most of them can get their money back on their flights. Good for them.

Some people “only found out about it a few months ago” so that’s why they didn’t get their ticket(s).

Yeah, so? You had two to three months to buy a ticket and you failed to do so. How is that my fault?

Others want to know why they didn’t receive actual invitations to the event. (I love this one the most!) Well, let’s see because invitations, envelopes, and postage cost money that would have hiked up the ticket price AND no one has the time to play Detective and track your ass down. How’s that?

They want to know why they didn’t receive personal reminders to buy a ticket. Ah, cuz FB nearly kicked me off and I have a fan page over there that I have to maintain. I can’t risk losing it. AND it’s a lot easier for them as individuals to keep up with us by simply clicking ‘follow’ or ‘get notifications’ on the FB Reunion Page than it is for us to chase them around.

I’m getting all kinds of advice for ‘next time’. Better dates and ways to keep the class informed….blah blah blah.


I can’t speak for the other three ladies but I will NOT be doing this again. I will, however, be very happy to attend the 40th Reunion (no matter the date) just tell me when and where. I don’t care if it’s Christmas Eve I’ll be there. I won’t even ask who else is attending. I won’t bitch that I’m paying a whole extra $10.00 for a one hour Open Bar even if all I might drink are some soft drinks. I won’t bitch about what kind of music we’re having. I won’t even consider asking if my kids can come.

So if you’re out there and you want to pick up the mantle for the 40th…or the 31st for that matter….don’t forget me. I’m easy to find. I will be there without giving you a headache or indigestion.

Its a Pooper

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We left Miss Luna outside last night while Harry stayed in. Hubby went to PT and then we snuggled up watching TV and went to sleep. Got up this morning anticipating no problems when I went to make coffee and at first I thought there wasn’t. I looked to the counter and it wasn’t wet. Just when I felt victory between my fingers it slipped through my grasp at the sight of a huge honkin’ TURD sitting on the counter!

There was Harry staring up at me as if to say; Where’s my breakfast?


(While disgusting at least the poop is easier to clean up)

I spent some time apologizing to Miss Luna while cursing out Master Harold. I don’t know why he’s doing this. 14 years and he’s never had a problem 14 YEARS and now he’s peeping and pooping on the kitchen counter????? WTF!

Ok, ok, ok. He’s old. He has a bum leg. I’m thinking maybe he doesn’t want to go up and down the stairs anymore but if that’s really the case then he shouldn’t be sitting outside my bedroom door every morning seeing as how it’s on the second floor. Right? Maybe. I guess. It can’t be too easy for him to jump up on the counter either. As much as I don’t want to admit I have realize he’s getting old and he had a seizure of some kind about a month ago. I was in the kitchen making coffee and he started flip-flopping around like a fish out of water nearly doing full flips in the air. It hurt my heart to watch it and when he came out of it he just sat there staring off into space before he came around. This happened with my mother’s cat, Misty, a few times before she gave up the ghost at the ripe old age of nearly 20. I haven’t seen him have another episode since which is good news.

I went to the store after work and bought a different cat litter. I cleaned out the box, filled it up with the new stuff, and put it in the kitchen near the ‘danger zone’. Then I put him in it. He jumped right out and looked at me as though I’d highly insulted him. Then he ran outside.

Oh bother.

I’m hoping this takes care of the problem but I don’t know. I guess we’ll know tomorrow morning.

Its a Pisser

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Earlier this year we adopted a female cat after Charlie suddenly disappeared.


Miss Luna/Looney or Missy Cat….take your pick she never really answers to anything even though she came with the name Luna.

Admittedly, the cat had a hard life, she’s got a sob story that would make any of her heroins lives look like a cake walk. The story goes she was left behind in an apartment when the tenants moved out and found by the landlord several days later. Landlord took her in but couldn’t keep her. A friend of the landlord took her in but couldn’t keep her. A friend of ours took her in, she had kittens who were all adopted leaving Miss Luna alone and….you guessed it….the friend couldn’t keep her. Whatever happened to this cat in or before it got to that apartment I don’t know. She’s pretty and she comes with a back story and even though it was against my better judgment to open my home to a female cat we took her in.

She spent the first few weeks hiding around the house but it didn’t take her too long to want to go outside in the summer sun. So she did. She quickly grew accustomed to the neighborhood and came and went several times a day.



She would spend hours outside. Hours. Then she’d race to the door, scratch like hell until I let her in then she’d zip down to the basement to the litter box.


Yeah it took her quite a while to learn that it was ok to pee and poop outside. (I think Harry must have laughed at her one day or something.) Yet, she wouldn’t do her business just anywhere. No, she insisted on using the patch where the toilet sat for several years. A nice big ring of soft dirt…the perfect outdoor kitty box.

Oh well, at least she was going outside.

One night I climbed into bed only to find my side had been peed upon. That’s gross! I stripped the bed, found interim blankets, washed the other ones and thought maybe Harry had an accident. He’s old. He’s got a bum leg. It happens. Then, one night as we laid in bed watching TV Luna jumped into the pile of dirty laundry, wiggled her butt, and yep, started peeing right there as she stared at us defiantly. Hubby threw her outside for the night. Over the course of the summer the bed was peed on once more and the couch 3 times.

Then…it stopped. For months. No idea why. None at all. I was just glad that it did.

Monday I was making dinner when I thought I got the faint whiff of cat poop. I looked all around for it and didn’t see anything. I figured it was just me. I finished dinner. Tuesday I was making dinner when I smelled the same thing but stronger. I got down on all fours, opened cabinets, opened the pan drawer under the stove, sniffed, looked, and hunted.


Wednesday I was making dinner and smelled it again but only right in the corner by the stove. I looked over and noticed the recipes in my clay pot had water stains. For a second I thought that was an odd place for a leak, right under the cabinets and all. Then I realized it wasn’t water. The whole pot was full of cat piss! Recipes ruined, dry packets of garlic dip floating in old urine and pot holders soaked in it. I nearly screamed. I threw everything out except the little muffin tine tucked in the clay pot and the clay pot, it’s a really nice pot–a clay dutch oven type of a thing. I put that in the dishwasher and cleaned the whole area.

Thursday I went to get something and the little tin bread pan inside the clay pot was full of urine! I thought maybe I’d missed that the day before although I didn’t see how.

Friday…no problem.

Saturday…no problem.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that was because Miss Luna spent Friday and Saturday nights outside. I knew I didn’t want to take in a female cat. I never have these problems with males. Ever. Harry has never once pissed where he wasn’t supposed to not in all 14 years of his life neither did Ozzie or Hercules or any of them. It’s just the girls. Even when they’re not pissing on something they’re very temperamental. I almost didn’t take in Little Maggie because of it but, as briefly as she was with us, even she didn’t pee in the house.

Yesterday I ripped the corner apart, took everything out of it! I bleached and double bleached and let the bleach just sit there. Then I washed the pots again and put them in cupboards. I rearranged the area so it wouldn’t look like a convenient cat box. I called both cats in last night, well I only meant to get Harry but Luna looked so dejected when I wouldn’t let her in that I did.

About four o’clock this morning she started meowing in my ear and nuzzling me. It’s 4am, I’m not getting up! There’s a perfectly CLEAN cat box in the basement. It’s filled with the same litter I’ve been using for months.

Sure enough, I went down to the kitchen this morning and the counter was covered with it. She was eating at her bowl, looked at me as I screamed; “YOU BITCH!” then I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, put her face all in it and tossed her out the door! Then I cleaned it all up again!

It’s a shame. Miss Luna has finally come around and is wanting to snuggle and be pet here and there. She’s a very beautiful cat and soft as a rabbit. I hate to add another sad chapter to her book but if she doesn’t stop doing this I won’t have another option except to make her an outdoor cat. With winter coming on I don’t want to do that.

So….if anyone out there has any suggestions as to what her problem is and how to make her knock it the hell off I’m all ears. If anyone wants a beautiful but snobby and pissy cat…let me know that too. Free to good home.


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