Go for Broke

After coming within a minute of returning her, I spent $100 I don't have on pheromone crap that seems to be helping. I still avoid being in the house. Sorry bout that, other cats. I just hate being there. Too much mess and vomit from Cleo and too much anxiety from Lucie to have any reason to feel at home. But, she didn't go to the shelter. Dave is talking about replacements when they die. I may have to kill him if he tries.

Because they are not worth this. Because they are stinky messy things. Because I can't afford them. Because one was iffy, two was bad and three is hell. 

No whisperer in the world has written anything to change my opinion of them yet. All books do is tell me I did try everything and none of it works when you have two jobs, a house and a garden and a husband who won't work on the animals he says he wants. 

So, I give up and so does the blog. When the pheromones run out, we'll see who stays.