I love my cats dearly but right now I'd cheerfully like to wring their furry little necks or more accurately, stuff a couple of corks in the 2 of them. Seems they weren't too happy with all the people coming in today for all the prep of taking care of Mom & the animals while I'm gone for my week of surgery. Little twerps apparently decided that my bed was better than their expensive Littermaid litter boxes. Was just going to get into bed and smelled that distinctive eau de cat pee perfume. Pulled back the comforter and a quarter of my bed was soaked. The little twerps had apparently snuck off thru the day to do it multiple times. Had to strip everything down including the first layer of memory foam top (and I have no clue how the heck I'm gonna get that cleaned, deoderized, and dry in time before I leave for surgery). I don't even have extra sheets to put on as I'd just stripped it down and remade it & haven't gotten a chance to wash the previous ones. Those cats better be very grateful I'm not into fur coats. GRRRRRRRRR! Sorry for the vent, just had to get that off my chest and the primal scream I'd like to do right now would wake my mother up and I don't need that extra bit of stress on top of everything else.