Merry Christmas Eve

So, guess who discovered the cat peed on her blanket last night? And rather than wake up the entire apartment (Mom to help me locate new sheets and blankets, Ben because I'm staying in his room), I decided that sleeping on the couch was the best idea.

Mom's pretty frustrated, because she's yet to find something that solves the problem Peppy has with peeing on things. The vet is convinced it's probably behavioral, since it usually happens when something is going on around the apartment, and has him on anti-anxiety drugs. Sadly, it doesn't seem to be helping, so half the apartment is covered in plastic (and Mom has tinfoil on the problem spots).

I think I'm going to take a nap somewhere. And keep the cats (at least Peppy) out.