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Couch, and Cat Urine

Earlier today, while I was mostly passed out from exhaustion, my roommates opened up all the windows and doors to air out the apartment.

After the smoke from breakfast had cleared, it became apparent that the big black leather couch (recycled) in the living room was the source of the stench of cat urine. (Evil little cat.)

So today they hauled it out to the dumpster area, and we moved the small faux leather love seat (recycled, from the apartment that marxdarx had years ago) out of my room and into the living room.

There were, of course, problems. I have bookshelves too close to the door, and we had to try several times before the love seat actually would squeeze past and go out. The Little Fayoumis was trying to help, but wound up being set on my computer chair and told to stay, quietly. And he did.

The scratched-up faux leather love seat is now back in the living room, and I have all kinds of space in my room. Maybe I'll be motivated to actually put together that dresser.

The cat carrier has been moved to underneath the desk that I do most of my magic stuff on (the type with actual spell components, that is...) and loaded with catnip. Right now, the silly eris_raven is rolling around on the floor in front of it. I want her to associate it mostly with catnip and my pants and her pillow and a place to hide, rather than associating it mostly with a place where she is trapped.

Spaying appointment is 7:00 am on Friday, June 11th.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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