Yuck bucket

I woke up with yet another headache, around 5.  I was really peeved because I was sleeping with Biscuit and he was curled against my legs, purring. 

It's like Gravy left his cuddliness to Biscuit when he died.  Biscuit was already pretty cute, but he's even sweeter now. Either that or he is bonding more to us since "Brother" is gone.  I don't know, and I plan to just appreciate it. 

To the reader talking about getting a cat, let the cat pick you.  Biscuit literally picked me at the bus stop, climbing me like a tree and screaming to be taken home.  That's the cat you want, not the one you think you like, that seems indifferent. 

I got dressed, putting on my new padded bra and mentally chiding the guy who forces me to wear it.  Can you imagine unloading a truckload of heavy merchandise, in the summer, in Houston, in a padded bra?  Last time I did this I wore a new one, with an underwire that kept jabbing my gallbladder and provoking an attack.  It was horrible.  I went around with spasms and nausea all day, because someone can't keep his eyes to himself! 

I'm not all that, and even if I was it wouldn't matter.  Don't stare at a woman's chest unless she is "your" woman.  I wear baggy shirts with high necklines and long hemlines.  At least let me have a comfortable bra! 

Alas, I can't.  [grumble]  I wasn't happy about that.  Still not, although the new bra performed better than expected.  I kept forgetting I was wearing it, and that's the best compliment. 

I trimmed my toenails, they were getting long, did my shower, shaved my legs (summer in Houston!) and got dressed.  I still had a pretty bad headache so I didn't eat breakfast. 

I got most of my God Time when our ride came.  We headed off to the warehouse. 

I got the supplies we needed and we headed to work.  I had a heck of a time unloading the cart, I already had some existing inventory on the carts.  I got it, though, and got it all into the building. 

Then, the stock.  Lots of stocking.  Got that all done and helped Ron.  Finished.  Ate a protein bar. 

Time to service the coffee vending machine.  First, I emptied the yuck bucket.  The coffee machine has a drain.  The drain leads to a bucket.  It is nasty, hence the name yuck bucket. 

I emptied it and rinsed it out.  Then I filled the cups, French vanilla, and coffee.  I continue to use high quality dark roast coffees.  I don't expect to make any profit on the machine, so I might as well stock it with quality products. 

Besides, I had to test vend it and drink a cup of coffee, which positively slaughtered the migraine.  I wiped down some spills and basically cleaned it up. 

Finally, all done, but I couldn't get French Vanilla to work. I reset the canister.  It wasn't giving the same error message but it still wasn't vending.  Agh. 

About that time the repairman called.  He had our refurbished compressor.  I went out and helped him.  On the way into the building, the compressor fell off the cart and into my leg. 

He was horrified, I was blasé.  I have a horrible bruise on my left leg from God-knows-what.  It's been there for over a week.  Now I have matching bruises! 

It didn't hurt more than a minute, and I wasn't bleeding, my only real concern (blood and food service are not a good mix).  It doesn't hurt now but I will have some spectacular bruising. 

"I'm glad it was me and not you" I told him, meaning it.  He kept apologizing.  I didn't need it. 

Wow, I'm glad he's not here now, my leg is spectacular.  I even have a goose egg.  [shrug] It doesn't hurt.  I'm just happy I didn't bleed. 

We got the compressor working and he looked at the coffee machine, getting French Vanilla to behave.  I drank a cup of the French vanilla. 

By now, I was pretty cranked on coffee.  Normally I get a little tired in the afternoons but not today! 

We have 12 ounce cups in the machine, so I estimate I consumed over 500 mg of caffeine just from the coffee drinks.  Then another 400 from the OTC headache pills (two doses) and probably 300 mg from the diet soda I drank.  Doc says I should keep it under 450. 

Lord, please help me sleep tonight! 

He left and we worked on the sodas.  First the canned soda, then the bottled.  Ron literally wiped out the fridge stocking the bottled vendor.  I restocked it. 

I have done a lot of lifting and manual labor today, so I had a protein shake when I got home, but I'm getting ahead of myself. 

We finally finished.  We had "put the ride on hold" when Ron realized we would not be finished in time for our appointed pickup. 

He called and they took it off of hold, then sent it to the cab company.  Ron called Lou, and Lou snagged the trip.  Lou is one of our favorite drivers. 

We had a good ride home.  When I got home all 3 cats were waiting at the door.  It was very cute and endearing. 

Ron gave them treats while I made a protein shake.  I chugged that, got into something more comfortable, and fed Biscuit his num-num.  He gobbled it up. 

I finished my God time and made a bowl of cereal.  Then I did my blog ;p and will eat my cereal in a moment, while I take my pills. 

Whooo.  I am beat. 

Any longer than necessary

Not a lot to write today. 

Still depressed.  Slept OK.  I got my God Time and shower.  I also did some organizing and rearranging.  I dragged the cat condo from the front room, where it isn't well used, to my bedroom, after moving some stuff. 

I like it, I hope the cats do too.  It looks like I will be locking the cats in the bedroom/catio every day when we leave (Torbie is a stealth expert at escaping and I'm not even trying to keep her contained yet).  I want them to have interesting things. 

Biscuit slept part of last night with me, as did Torbie.  I like to wake up and pet them in the middle of the night 

Biscuit got into a tangle with another cat and came in the cat door at high speed, screeching.  I checked him over, he looks OK, but this is yet another reason why I want them protected - other cats.  Other cats can hurt them and get them sick. 

At any rate, it was a pretty uneventful night except for the 5 AM headache.  I took some aspirin with some pepto, and went back to sleep.  It worked. 

When I got up I was very mildly queasy but not bad. 

The handyman came around 10 AM.  I had a box full of snacks and a cooler full of drinks, both of which saw plenty of action today.  Good, I WANT him to consume them. 

I need to get more treats before he finishes.  From what I can see, he just needs to lay the wire on the frame he has built. 

Now I'm wondering if he turned off the hose.  I'm going to go check.  Yes, it was on, but so was the nozzle.  I would have had to pull the "trigger" to get a water flow.  I turned it off anyway.  The gate was also open so I locked it. 

I don't want #6 wandering around in my yard, or garage.  At some points I inevitably have to provide access - for instance, the tools are in my garage so the door has to be unlocked and at least partially rolled up, but I don't have to provide access for any longer than necessary. 

Biscuit and I are becoming pretty close.  He won't really get in my lap but I don't need it.  He's always good for a  hug, I pick him up, hug him, and put him down as he purrs at me.  He likes to hang out nearby, either under my computer chair or on the back of the couch when I watch TV.  He has an endless appetite for petting, like his big sister Torbie.

I think you can guess what I do when I'm in my computer chair.  :p 

Torbie splits her affections between me and Ron, hedging her bets with both humans.  Baby Girl is more Ron's cat but will let me pet her and pick her up, if necessary.  When Baby Girl got hurt last year, I'm the one who took her to the vet. 

I still find it funny, the vet kept asking if I was OK paying $10 more for a long acting antibiotic injection, as opposed to a "daily battle" oral.  Yes, I told her, I don't care how much more it is, we're doing it! 

It was nice to be able to say that, although if $10 is going to break you at the vet you really need to look at your budgeting. 

I need to get more cat food.  I usually have a reserve bag but we had to use it.  I'm not going to let my cats starve if I have food in the house. 

I just need to get to the pet store quickly and buy another one. 

Biscuit and Baby Girl had "Tuna in gravy" this morning.  I split the can onto two plates, one for each, and it worked very well.  I would rather spend a few extra cents on plates than manage battles! 

They both enjoyed it.  I gave Biscuit (Baby Girl wasn't interested) "Seafood Nightmare" (Cod, Sole, and Shrimp feast) for dinner and he made a good dent in it. 

Our vet wants me to feed more wet food.  I do, they don't always eat it, but at least it is literally on the table.  I feed the cats on the kitchen table.  It's for feeding family, right?  Ron generally eats in bed and I eat in my TV chair. 

[sigh]  So today I mainly sat around and helped the handyman when he needed it.  I couldn't take a nap, too noisy. 

I was about ready to go to bed around 8 but the neighbors, #6, were making noise.  I guess they forgot a lot of us get up very early. 

Actually, tomorrow, I don't (for once), so I will enjoy that and try not to wake up with a headache. 

Tomorrow's going to be a busy day, with a repairman and truck day, in addition to the usual stocking! 

Free Range Cats

Lately, the weather forecast has been completely wrong.  They swear it will rain, heavily.  We get some light clouds.  This has been ongoing for weeks now. 

It's frustrating because Ron plans certain outings around the weather.  If it's going to rain, for instance, we won't do truck day. 

Today was supposed to rain heavily. So he told the handyman not to come, gave us the day off, and did an afternoon (hate them!) Walmart trip instead of a morning one. 

It's a lot quieter in the morning. 

And of course it didn't rain. 

I slept in and got up at 7:40, gave the cats their num-num (Baby Girl wanted some, too), did my God Time, and took my shower.  I finished 2 loads of laundry and put them away. 

I watched some TV and took my medication, with a slice of pizza.  Then we went to Walmart. 

Ron didn't bring his walker, which is fine.  I am happy to help prop him up.  I will ask him to wait if I will be putting his weight, and mine, on one leg when going up or down.  I move, and then I help him. 

No sense wrecking my knees.  Ron died laughing over a Facebook joke "Remember when you had a left and a right knee?  Now you have the 'good' and the 'bad' knee!"  Most of the clients on the service laugh at the joke. 

We got there and I couldn't find any kiddie carts.  Frustrating.  I left Ron on the bench next to the security guard and went shopping on my own.  I got some supplies for work, on a separate receipt. 

I then turned to the important businesses of num-nums.  I got some tuna in gravy, some seafood in gravy (only one can of that, it's probably everything left in the net after they take the good parts), and some Styrofoam plates. 

I give the num num on a Styrofoam plate.  It is 7 inches in diameter.  If Baby Girl is hovering I break it into 2 plates.  One entire plate for each cat, half a can on each. 

Doing that runs through a lot more plates, but it does promote harmony and eliminates food-aggression.  That's when a cat gets mean around their food.  Gravy had that with other cats, he would strike Biscuit if Biscuit got too near the food.  He did that in the beginning but improved dramatically. 

I caught Baby Girl smacking Biscuit one day so I spread the food out so everyone gets a fair share. 

Torbie will "sneak" bites of the num num when she thinks I'm not looking, but she's more a dry food and treat kind of girl. 

I observed the depression is always worse on a day off, as I've seen in the past.  However, we had structured our day around the weather forecast (!!). 

We had to wait a while to go home but we finally made it.  I put away the cold stuff (some milk and ice cream pints), and took a nap. 

Actually I had more of a lie-down with Biscuit.  I called him and he got in bed with me, curled against my legs, and lay with me for over an hour.  He is such a sweet cat.  Don't get me wrong, Gravy was cute, and endearing, and sweet at times, but Biscuit is pure sugar. 

I still miss Gravy, though. 

The other day I cried and cried during "Safe and Sound" when it came up in my playlist.  I have always seen it as Biscuit and Gravy's song. 



I will always wish I could have done more for Gravy.  [crying break]

Speaking of doing more, the handyman is coming tomorrow.  Ideally, he does the whole thing.  Hopefully, he at least makes some progress on it.  I'll feel a lot better when the cats are confined. 

Torbie is going to be a bad girl, I see that.  She always waits at the front door when she sees we are leaving.  I'm going to have to lock her, and the other cats, into the bedroom. 

I think Biscuit will be OK with lockdown.  After all, he saw what happened to his brother and it was horrible. 

I won't think about that or I will cry again.  I have to try at least. 

Today I saw another loose dog roaming the neighborhood.  I tell you, if I ever start running again I'm going to get a treadmill, I'm sure not going running out there.  People either don't care, or don't bother, to keep their dogs confined. 

I suspect a dog got Gravy, it looked like a dog bite injury to me but the vet said she couldn't say. 

I was OK with free range cats when they only had the occasional abscess.  That's an easy fix, and not a big deal.  Vaccines prevented any sort of disease. 

For Bubba, I believe the most traumatic outside experience resulted when a beagle treed him in our front yard, baying delightedly as the neighbors yelled at him to SHUT UP.  He had an abscess at one point but as I said, an easy fix. 

Frosty was an older cat but still fine.  He was scared of strangers and ran away from them.  Smart cat.  He took quite a while to warm up to me, and I had tuna!   His only problem was also an abscess.  He died of illness, not injury, and old age.  It was one of those "He is so old we shouldn't bother" and this was the vet, who would make a lot more money if they "tried".  I took that pretty hard, let me tell you. 

BabyGirl was probably bit by a dog, on her hindquarters last year, but that was easily fixed with a long lasting antibiotic shot and a vaccine.

Torbie has been fine, with no problems.  Ron ran over her with the walker, once, that was about it.  She hissed at him, it never happened again.  And she learned to get the heck out of the way when she saw him coming! 

That was a big concern for Ron with Gravy, would 3 legged Gravy be able to get out of the way?   You have to remember that Gravy was very bonded to Ron, so much so he was pushing Baby Girl into second place. 

Now that I've actually lost a cat to the great outdoors I'm looking at it a lot differently.  I know they will still have problems, no creature can maintain perfect health all the time (although Torbie belies that statement), but hopefully no more trauma.  Let me tell you, it was traumatic all around.   

Ugh.  I feel raw, and exhausted, still.  Everyone tells me I need to take my time and grieve, and it's getting better.  I just want to feel like they're safe. 

So, we have tomorrow off.  We didn't make any paratransit plans because the handyman is coming and he may need my help with various tasks.  I will be happy to assist. 

I also need to reorganize the bedroom so I can set up a feeding station for the cats, when they are on lockdown. 

"Who told you, you were naked?"

It was a long day, up at 4 AM, off to the warehouse to buy snacks for the business.  I did that. 

Snacks into the truck, out of the truck, into the building.  Did that.  Into the machines.  I did the hell out of that. 

While we were working Ron was contemplating on the stupidity of humanity.  The ignorance, greed, etc. 

God put something into my head. 

"Ron, remember Genesis?"

Yes.

"Who told you, you were naked?"   link

Ron looked as though I'd slapped him.  "Oh!"  He mused on that for a while, trying to share this revelation with various passers-by, all of whom looked at him with varying degrees of disdain and alarm. 

We, as humans, are not bright! 

The repairman called, early.  I let him in.  He worked on the coffee machine for a while, fixed a problem with the bottled vendor, and took the compressor out of the Rowe food machine. 

It is impossible to find a compressor for a Rowe Food machine, so we are going to have a deep cleaning/refurbish done on the one we have.  That should fix the "tripping the health code sensor and going out of business" problem. 

He needed help to put it on the cart, so I did.  I helped him get out to the truck and into the truck.  He's on his own getting it out of the truck but he has a 16 year old son! 

I was delighted we got that all done, and the coffee machine continues to behave.  He (the repairman) was very impressed I was stocking Community Coffee Dark Roast.  He said that was perfect and it certainly smelled delicious. 

I went back to work and stocked dozens of candy and granola bars.  I did peanut butter crackers.  I did spicy foods.  I did plain foods.  I did everything. 

Ron is giving me 2 days off and I think I deserve it.  God knows I filled everything. 

We finished on time and had a good ride home.  On the way, we stopped next to my local pizza maker. 

I have 3 choices, one I have never used, Company A, and Company B.  I usually use B.  We were stopped by A.  I noted the refrigeration repair truck outside and immediately decided to get the usual, company B, pizza! 

I don't want meat that hasn't been cold!  Ew! 

You will note I am not naming names. 

Speaking of refrigerators, I helped Ron stock his.  It is a good fridge and we like it a lot.  Our only problem: the locks are a little stiff. 

Oh, and I got Biscotti to put in the snack machines.  People kept doing double-takes at the Biscotti.  Once they try them they will love them. 

Maybe I should give one out. 

They all have almonds so I will NOT be partaking. 

We got home and I took a nap.  I was really worn out from all the physical labor. 

I had a good nap.  Biscuit joined me for a little bit. 

When I got up, I did my God Time and turned on the computer.  Ron and I took out the garbage, Biscuit got his num-num, the litter boxes look OK, filled the water bowl, etc. 

I ordered our pizza.  I got double pepperoni.  The company has a sale, $6 for a medium 2 topping.  That was mine.  I got Ron BBQ sauce, onions, jalapenos, and chicken.  He ate half the pizza. 

I guess I made the right call. 

Monday

Well, it was a busy day. 

I woke up with a migraine about 1 AM.  I took some OTC headache tablets and went back to bed, but I didn't sleep well. 

Ron wants to see a neurologist for his back trouble.  I'm going to help him find a doctor.  We may need to see his PCP (primary care physician) but at least we have one now.  He is "both" our doctors.  I like him a lot, he is very bright, friendly, and couldn't care less that I'm crazy.  Some doctors treat me as though I'm rabid, or some kind of specimen.  Not Doc.  He can at least do some preliminary work for Ron if nothing else. 

Ron is moving very stiffly these days.  I would like to help him if possible. 

I got up early, took my shower, did my God Time.  I always feel like such a champion (when I'm not depressed) when I can do this.  God time when I'm really depressed is a sad affair, but I get it done. 

I really hate it when I have to read Job or Lamentations when I'm depressed.  Ugh!  I shouldn't say that about the Bible but those books doesn't console me. 

I try to be real. 

We went to work.  The driver was an incredibly rude and controlling woman I don't like.  She barks at everyone, dominates them, and blasts loud R&B "I want to fxxx you, girl" music.  Today I got to listen to something about sexing his girl back to sleep. 

 And she got angry at Ron when he referred to the "damned seatbelt"!  Hypocrite!

She made me stand outside of the cab, holding a microwave, for several minutes, while she fiddled around with crap in the front seat.  Then she slowly got out and opened the back.  She stood there staring at me as I held the microwave.  I smiled at her, knowing she was trying to get me upset.  She finally opened the wheelchair lift so I could put the microwave away.  

She was angry at me when Ron got into the vehicle.  Now, first you need to understand Ron and I have some slang. 

For instance, "42" means someone who is potentially dangerous.  If I say "42" to him he knows to be on the alert. 

If the 4 passenger cab has someone in the front seat, and someone in the back seat, Ron and I are required to sit in the back seat along with the other person.  It gets very crowded, especially as your average client weighs at least what I do.  So I will tell Ron "We are sardines". 

I told Ron "Sardines" and she got all pissy yelling we would each have our own seat.  I told her I was talking to him. 

Ron got in and had trouble with the seatbelt.  She yelled at me to help him.  "You're the provider, you have to help". 

"He doesn't want my help". 

"You have to help him." 

"Watch this.  'Ron, do you want any help?'"

"NO!"

"See?" 

He finally got it and we got loaded.  I was so happy to get out of that vehicle.  She's just this toxic cloud of negative energy, brimming with hostility. 

We checked the coffee machine, which is behaving.  I cleaned it and made Ron a cup of coffee, which he liked.  Tomorrow I will ask the repairman a few questions about servicing. 

I got the sandwiches and stocked them, along with some Monster Javas (I figure since they like coffee so much, and Monsters [a type of energy drink], they would like a Monster coffee flavor). 

Ron's boss went in for back surgery and is still in the operating room.  They found a lot more damage than they expected, which doesn't surprise me considering his gait the last time I saw him. 

I stocked what I could but snacks are pretty slow. 

I stuffed our working food machine with juices, monster, and sandwiches.  It looks really good for a change. 

Tomorrow the repairman will take away one of our compressors for a deep cleaning to see if we can save it.  If not we will have to swap it for the one we have in the garage. 

We did everything, left, and came home. 

I took a nap.  It was a good one, almost 3 hours.  I needed it due to the migraine last night (a weather front blew in which I think triggered the headache). 

We went to the Waffle House.  I got 4 scrambled eggs and a pecan waffle.  Now, when I shape up my eating plan I can just get 6 scrambled eggs and no waffle.  :)  I love their eggs. 

Ron had an omlette.  He doesn't eat a lot of protein or red meat so I was really happy to see him eating both. 

Did you know eggs have iron? 

We had a good ride home with a nice driver. 

Now, about the catio: the supplies are here, I helped put them away myself. 

We have the cement and the "nice" wood in the garage.  The pressure treated wood is in the backyard. 

Ron and Greg (our guy) have yet to talk but he will either come out and work a couple hours tomorrow afternoon, or do an all-day-Thursday. 

Ron plans to give me Wednesday and Thursday off. 

Catio excitement

Well, when I tried to load Facebook it crashed my computer.  I have a fairly new computer so I know that's not it. 

At any rate, a pretty quiet day.  We went to Walmart in the morning and I got some snacks and drinks for the handyman who is building our catio. 

Then we came home and I tried to get a nap, but the little heathens next door didn't go to church today and made noise a couple times, waking me up. 

[sigh]  The handyman said he was coming at 2, which didn't work out.  As it stands right now, our friend Chuck will meet him and load all the supplies, then drive them to our house.  I don't care how it happens as long as it happens. 

I want my babies safe. 

Torbie and Biscuit continue to sleep with me, Torbie by my feet, Biscuit on my legs. Biscuit gets into bed in the morning before I wake up and purrs on me for his nums (wet cat food). 

I slept OK last night, took my shower, did my God time, and went to Walmart.  I got the supplies and also got some Salmon Feast for the cats.  Of course, they haven't touched their salmon feast today at all. 

I ate a breakfast sandwich so I took my pills when I got home, then I tried to take my nap, which I already told you about. 

I should be able to get a nap tomorrow.  My pills make me exhausted. 

Apparently there are "setbacks" in getting the supplies into a vehicle today.  We knew his truck was totaled but I think his other ride fell through, so we hooked him up with Chuck. 

Now we just need to get the stuff here and work started, I hope. 

However, I don't think it will be anywhere near finished today.  We will only have a couple hours of sunlight. 

It's going to rain tomorrow, 80%.  Tuesday looks OK, but Wednesday has 100% chance of rain. 

Torbie has been sleeping next to Ron a lot as he lies in bed.  He spends most of his time in bed, when he's at home, and she takes advantage.  She will just lie on his left side for hours, purring, while he watches TV or whatever. 

It's very sweet to see. 

It's going to break our hearts when Torbie goes, but I have a feeling we will be raptured first. 

I worry about them

I'm pretty tired tonight so I won't be loquacious. 

Last night "Fluffy", the Himalayan, came by, wanting to live with us yet again.  He's been trying for years. 

It's some kind of gorgeous, long haired smoky colored cat with a very loud and distinctive meow.  It persists in staring at me through windows and wanting to live with us. 

I always tell it no and "someone" always runs outside to kick it's furry little butt and run it off again. 

Biscuit ran it off while Torbie puffed up like an angry cobra, hissing. 

I went to sleep. 

I overslept today and did my God Time later, before turning on the computer.  We went to the warehouse and got about 30 cases of bottled drinks, we were out. 

I got a few snack items but not much.  The candy makers are finally dropping the wholesale price on the candy from 65-some cents a unit, to 60.  Good. 

I guess I wasn't the only one filling up my candy coils with granola bars! 

We went to work.  I helped Ron stock for hours, and helped him set up the fridge.  We like it a lot and it's behaving. 

All the other machines were fine and snacks needed very minimal work. 

When I got home I took a nap.  When I got up I heard loud sawing noises and realized one of my neighbors pruned 75% of his oak tree.  There is a huge mountain of sawed limbs, half the size of his house. 

I guess he got one of those "trim your tree" insurance letters. 

I don't know how he expects to get rid of the clippings. 

I contacted a friend of mine.  Her husband had lost his leg in an accident - it had to be amputated due to the severity of the injury. 

Very like Gravy. 

I have believed that amputees suffer ongoing pain in the limb.  I asked her if he had, and she said yes, I did the right thing. 

Good.  When you make the call to end a life, it should be a big deal, not done lightly.  Ron and I did it with the belief he would endure ongoing pain if he lived.  Seems like we were right. 

We also believed (correctly) it would be very difficult to keep him safe.  He would get outside around Ron and into trouble, and only 3 legs...

Ron also had concerns about "rehab" for Gravy.  Me, not so much.  I think we could have managed that after boarding him for a week or so at the vet.  But he did make a good point about accidentally stepping on him or bumping him with the walker. 

Gravy loved to jump up on the walker. 

Ron and I went to Starbucks.  I would have gone to the pet store but we didn't have enough time.  Ron does say the cat food is lasting a LOT longer than "normal", so I guess Gravy was eating a fair share. 

When we came home, I heard Biscuit crying somewhere, and panicked.  I searched around the side of the house and found him, covered in dirt, meowing for his dinner. 

"You scared me to death!" I scolded him.  I brought him inside and gave him his num-num. 

Now, he is very submissive to Baby Girl.  If she shows up and wants the num num, even if he's been begging for hours, he will let her eat it.  He will leave the area, even. 

Even if I try to give him another can, he rejects it. 

I was happy to see Baby Girl had left the house entirely, so he got his fair share this time.  He was delighted. 

I just caught Torbie nibbling on the remains of it, so they're all getting some. 

Tomorrow we go to Walmart and then the guys come to start building the catio.  I pray it works and keeps the cats contained. 

I worry about them.