Thursday, October 16, 2008
Well, almost. I caught Gin sauntering out of the kitchen yesterday just as I was coming home from work. Sure enough. There was a pool of pee. Then, this morning, around 4 a.m. I heard her walk into the kitchen. No, I don't know why I was awake. But she's also not usually anywhere but on the couch at that ungodly hour. Another pool of pee.
Good call, intrepid readers.