KG's Hideaway

So I spent some part of this morning moving furniture from the front living room to the family room. We're getting rid of the other furniture. It isn't old, it isn't ugly. We got cats about a year ago. Two female kittens at the same time. They started spraying the furniture a few months ago. I can't take it any longer. I had it cleaned, as well as the carpet. I had the cats spayed, they continued marking.
Therefor, the furniture is loaded into the back of my truck to go to the dump tomorrow and the cats are going to a local no-kill shelter. I feel bad about it, I really do. I believe that when you get animals you are agreeing to take care of them for their life, but this is insane. The sofa from the front living room has some faint odor to it (we caught this and started closing the doors to that room before it was TOO late) but I'm just trying to get past Christmas with this stuff then I'm buying new.

I don't know what it is about me and smells. Cat odor is by far the worst I've had to deal with, but really any smell makes me gag. I really worried about it when I started nursing school (and let me tell you, there are some really funny stories because of it!!). Just ask my kids (or my husband!) You pass gass in the room and you are very likely going to get hurt. No, I'm not kidding. My kids used to do it in the car during bad weather because it was funny to watch me hang my head out the window, even if it was hailing. (Yes, it WAS funny, and yes I really did that) If there's any kind of wierd odor I'll find it, rest assured.

So, the cats are out tomorrow and the dogs aren't. But my dogs REFUSE to crap or pee in the house. I got Woody when he was 5 weeks old and by 8 weeks he was totally house broken and could sit, shake, lay, and roll over. (the very argued that he was too young to be able to do it until Woody showed him!) Plus I have left them in the house for almost 28 hours when we got caught at the hospital when a family member died. We expected to come home and find some serious piles (I have two big labs) but they were just impatiently waiting at the back door. We have a big covered patio(40x20) in our back yard, so there are three back doors to our house(imagine a sort of square horse shoe for the back side of the house); one in the living room, one in the kids hall and one that is in our bedroom. Woody will use his tail to "knock" on the door in our room at night when he wants out to pee. It's never at 11 or even 1am, it's always 3:45am. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, which is usually once or twice a week, it's ALWAYS 3:45. Never fails.

No clue why my thoughts took this track today but it is what it is.