The little kitty (our last kitty) has a bad kidney/bladder problem. Old age, bad diet, you name it -- only 25% of her kidney function is left. And not likely to get a kidney transplant because she's already 15 years old. (Come on -- a kidney transplant, who am I kidding??)
However, she really may not have long to live, anyway. It will be kitty-cide. I have discovered from whence the slight odor of kitty urine is coming from (slight might be an understatment). She has been using the floor behind the sofa. I have now just spent an hour cleaning up the mess. Thank goodness for wood floors and Odo-Ban.
The cat may die. The Mommy is not happy. Not happy at all.
I know what we are told in CPE, Con Ed, etc.... to ask the question, where is Grace to be found in this? Grace? I want Justice! Not Grace or Mercy. I cry for Justice! Now if only I could catch her... Here kitty, kitty, kitty...
as an aside -- have you ever noticed that cats are not in the Bible?