I really thought the cats had turned the corner last night.  I really, really did.

This morning started with a cat fight at the foot of my bed at 5:47am.  Followed by the discovery that someone peed on the rug in Charlotte's room.  That's going to have to go to the cleaners now, because it soaked through.

I guess I'll plan to stop at the cleaners tomorrow.  I can take the blanket that Nishka bled all over when the abcess burst...

If I thought it would help, I'd send him down to my parents for a few weeks to let them cool off, but I fear it would only make it worse.

I'm realizing how fantastically well our two-cat household has run up until now.