Donna, I hope Dobey is okay and Derrick doesn't have to worry about that big dog attacking him anymore. He doesn't need any more worries.

I'm so sorry about your baby Eva I hope that he remains comfortable for the rest of his life and can just soak up all the love that you are able to give him

Bizi, it's almost impossible to put one cat on a diet and have it not effect the other one(s). They are picky, and feeding them separately is so hard because they can evade you and climb anywhere to get at what they want. I have two fat cats and one tiny one. I think if I tried to put Rocky and Dottie on a diet, Buddy would starve. I put less food in the bowl now, but I won't put them on a diet, which probably makes me a bad pet parent. I'm sorry about Hatty crying, I can sympathize…

Right now Dottie is crying incessantly because I dragged a 35lb of litter into the kitchen to barricade the cabinets so she can't get in. She and Rocky worked in tandem overnight: He chewed off the tape holding the cabinets shut (then puked it up all over the carpet) so she could get under the sink and knock everything over and out. Thank God she didn't get herself stuck in the wall. This morning her new thing is jumping on the kitchen counter. She's being a very bad kitty.

I bought hardware yesterday. I called my husband and he said he would bring his drill in, but didn't. He looked at what I bought, but didn't compare it to the cabinets, so I don't even know if he can make it work. I'm very frustrated with him.


The apartment office manager read my survey responses and sent me an email saying she would put in a new work order for the lock on that door. When I got home from doing whatever I did yesterday, the lock was changed, but I couldn't get in and had to walk around to the side door.
I called the office manager again. They still think it's a problem with our keys. I suggested she call some other residents to ask them if they are having problems before they rekey our lock.
Someone from maintenance is coming over to see me today. There's an elderly lady from the 2nd floor who's very unpleasant, but she has all her marbles, and is almost always home. I will ask her if I can borrow her key for 10 minutes to see if it works in the new lock. If maintenance asked, she would literally tell them to go **** themselves, but I'm pretty sure she will do this little favor for me.
Whatever happens, I have to have access to that ****ing door. That entry is why we chose this apartment in the first place… it's right next to us, and is the only one with a ramp. This issue has to be resolved today. I don't care how.