Oops, She Did It Again

St. Frances's cat Ke$ha has peed on Diego's bed twice. So far she hadn't show much interest in peeing on my bed, but what she did like to do was sneak into my room when the door was open a crack, dart behind my big red armchair and enjoy being hidden where no one could find her.

Last Friday, I went into my room, got out a notepad, closed the door behind and sat down at the dining table to crank out two hours of work.

Unkowningly, I'd locked Ke$ha in my bedroom.

For a kitten who howls at the top of her lungs if you leave her alone to go to the bathroom, she was remarkably silent for those two hours. She did however, need to relieve herself. On my bed.

That scrapped any plans I had for going out Friday night, and when St. Frances came home from dinner she helped me scrub my beddding and put everything through the washer. Thankfully it didn't soak through to my mattress, but that wild little girl has now lived up to her name, making a mess of herself wherever she goes.