eimarra | no silver lining

*sigh*

The cat's been going to the bathroom pretty much everywhere -- sometimes in his litter box, sometimes not. I've done everything I can to encourage him to use the litter box, including restricting access to the rest of the house, cleaning up anything soft I can on the floor, and making sure the litter box is always clean. But he has a flexible definition of "soft," evidently. Tonight, it was a couple of the baby's books sitting on a corner of the rug, over the hardwood floor.

Husband's hit his limit. He was throwing things around and yelling (not helpful when I'm trying to get kids to bed), and I went out and asked if there was anything I could do to help. He said, "Take the cat to a vet."

Yeah, and I don't think he means for more bloodwork.

Cloud's still getting sick, though less frequently. He's not looking any better. And now this. Husband might have a point.

So Monday, if they're open, I'm calling the vet. If not, I'll call Tuesday. Expect major meltdown from me next week.