...or go get drunk, or something... Tuesday, I came home from school and smelled cat pee. Couldn't find either the location or the guilty party, but I kept checking around. Hubby decides to go to bed early, pulls back the covers, finds the bed is soaked through, and Onyx panther is lounging near the foot of the bed. Hubby picks Onyx up, and Onyx lets out a huge howl, and promptly pees on Hubby. Meanwhile, I look up info on cat Urinary Tract Infection (UTI)'s, and tell him we have to take Onyx to the ER vet NOW. Put the already angry cat in the carrier, and we head out. Fortunately, there was no blockage, but we have antibiotics and pain medications for him, and back home we go, medicate Onyx, and realize that we cannot sleep in our bed. Hubby takes the couch, I take Miss KT's extremely uncomfortable bed. Wednesday, we kept the cats confined, and Bud peed on the bed. Hubby gets a bucket of water, tries to scrub the bed, and leaves the bucket, full of water, on the bedroom floor. Back to Miss KT's uncomfortable bed. Thursday, Onyx got by me, and peed on the bed again. Hubby scrubs again. Sleep in Miss KT's uncomfortable bed again. And today...I get up with my hips and knees aching, keep all animals out of the bedroom, head to school, spent the afternoon in a class of difficult children, drag myself home , take Bud out to do his business, come back in the house, and...watch in silent horror as Bud tips over the bucket of cat pee water, all over the bedroom floor and soaking under the bed. I call Hubby...and rather than him saying something like, "Oh, yeah, I should have dumped that...I'm sorry," he says, "Well, it was mostly water anyway." OK, but it's under the bed, it's soaking the rug, and it SMELLS! Did you miss that memo? There had better be some chips, salsa, and tequila in my immediate future...or someone's gonna get hurt.