Harlee, Harlee
Aug. 15th, 2014 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
days_unfoldingI came home last night to poop on the bath mat and on a plastic bag that I had on the bathroom floor full of stuff. Harlee's litter box was completely scooped out. So I washed the bath mat and tossed out the plastic bag. I put a large plastic bag on the floor in case she did it again. I was wondering if she needed to go to the vet. I thought about buying another litter box for the bathroom, but she has one in the office, which is a few steps away.
No poop in the bathroom when I got home, so maybe it was a one-time accident (I hope).
Harlee was on top of the cat tree and awake when I got home, which is unusual. She has been snoozing her life away on the cushion by the window (although come to think of it, that sounds kind of nice -;) Maybe she hasn't been feeling well and is getting better. I'll keep an eye on her.
So. Freaking. Tired. TGIF (almost).
No poop in the bathroom when I got home, so maybe it was a one-time accident (I hope).
Harlee was on top of the cat tree and awake when I got home, which is unusual. She has been snoozing her life away on the cushion by the window (although come to think of it, that sounds kind of nice -;) Maybe she hasn't been feeling well and is getting better. I'll keep an eye on her.
So. Freaking. Tired. TGIF (almost).
