There’s trouble on the home front. Fritz has taken to pissing everywhere and anywhere. I’ve taken to calling him “Hey Stupid” and “Here, Moron Moron”. That’s when I’m not chasing him all over the apartment when I catch him taking a piss, swearing I’m going to kill him. Something is broken between him and me and I don’t know if it can ever be fixed. Mimi watches all that commotion, cool as a cucumber and doesn’t seem affected by it at all. We’ve definitely got a love/hate thing going Fritz and I. The fact that this is my single most pressing issue at the moment definitely points to the fact that I spend way too much time with my cats.