Farewell Old Friend

Oh, and I forgot to mention that I tearfully bade farewell to an old dear friend last night. It's been with me for so many years I can't remember. Unfortunately, it feels very much like a litter pan to somebody of the feline persuasion, and it met it's inevitable unseemly end.

Now, it's end was brought about by a series of events... it didn't just happen outta the blue. See, my bean bag chair USED to reside permanently in the living room. It was a nice, big, comfy chair made of stone-washed denim. But a couple of years ago, I actually CAUGHT Ms. Pukesalot utilizing it as a litter pan. Now, I know that when a cat urinates somewhere they aren't suposed to, it's frequently a sign that they are sick. And sure enough, she had a UTI. Fortunately, since I caught it right away, I was able to clean it immediately. But I also know that scent is always noticeable to an animal, no matter how well you clean it.

So, I threw the chair into the library, where the door is kept closed and the cat is kept out when I'm not there, so she wouldn't smell it and figure it was a normal place to conduct business. Well, unfortunately, I had to pull the bean bag chair OUT of the library in the midst of the recent chaos, and it went back in the living room.

And thus, my worst fears were realized. I spent all evening tryin to figure out why I was smellin a cat pan, when her cat pan didn't smell. *sigh* Then, when I crashed on the futon (right next to the bean bag chair), I finally saw (or smelled, as it were) the light. Unfortunately, by that time, everything was dried, and there was no knowing what or where to clean without taking it completely apart and throwing it in the wash... which I'm not sure how to do.

Thus ensued the somber ceremony conducting my poor old friend out to the dumpster.

*hanging head in remembrance*

And I'm NOT gettin another one... at least not while I still have a cat. *snort* I DO need to keep an eye out to see if she's sick again, though.