update

please strike from the record that emily peed TWICE outside the box and make that THREE TIMES, because shortly after i logged off of blogger, i went and got the kitties some catnip (aka kitty crack) b/c i am going to have to vacuum on wed before jes gets here anyway.

i laid out piles all over and returned to the couch where i was going through mail and paying bills. i hear something and look over and there is emily, peeing straight onto a pile of catnip which is located on the carpet. i tell her to stop and miraculously she does and then starts walking around and maybe squatting and then i pick her up and take her to the litter boxes upstairs and she wants nothing to do with them. so then i clean up the pee best i can and douse the carpet with this kitty cat stain and odor remover. who knows if that will get it out.

right now she is fast asleep next to me SNORING as she does. horace is on his scratchy box snoozing and larry is at his post next to the entry way table.

another fun fact is that our next door neighbors, the ones with the kid who needs ritalin and a very pregnant mom (yeah for impending crying newborns while jes is studying for the bar exam), also got a PIANO or some sort of electric keyboard. this means boy who needs ritalin is LEARNING HOW TO PLAY PIANO. you can imagine the joyous noises coming through our paper thin walls.

it is as if baby jesus is begging us to buy a house. i feel like he (baby j) is testing me like, who was that he tested in the bible? job? abraham? well whatever f-ing guy god tested, and i am sure he tested more than one, i feel like that fucking guy. he is saying to all the angels and good dead people in heaven "lets see how much dt can take: roaches, peeing and pooping kitties, neighbors playing religious songs and the cello on one side and introductory piano and bouncing boy on the other side. lets see how long before she goes running from the apartment" and then all the angels and other heaven folk giggle and say "fun game baby jesus/god, we love playing it."

ok enough of my pity party.