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So you're saying you don't need to title it, just put the picture? Okay, that works, too.

Ah-HA! At last, the truth is revealed! So Sol, noble guardian of the storage folder, holds the keys to the kingdom. Of course! It all makes sense now… like discovering your cat has been running a secret side business out of your garage. Or maybe not?

Thanks for your research, Bill and Kdot. Just makes me wonder if I'm the only one this has ever happened to... strange... anyway, onward we go!
MJ

Have you finished editing it, or do you need help? Let me know if you do. Always there for a friend!!

MJ

It never works for me. It throws little boxes into my lines. I've mentioned it before, but it hasn't been fixed as of yet. I don't know if everybody has that problem, but it's better for me to just do it myself.

We finally had to draw the line because Lazarus and Bandito want to be completely covered up under the cover, and the others jockey for position on top of the cover. Even in a king-sized bed, there is not enough room for 7 squirmy cats. So now none of them are allowed in the bed at night. We close the door, but if you try to go out of the room at night, you need a light turned on because they hear you get up and all rush to the door to hop on the bed.

Every morning we have a meet and greet. We sit at the end of the bed and once the door opens, they all rush in at the same time. They have to smell us to make sure we didn't turn into new people during the night.

A few times a day is normal, but ten times seems excessive. Allergies maybe. If you use a room deodorizer, or if you clean with strong cleaners like Pine-Sol or ammonia... any kind of scent he's not accustomed to could cause allergies. If he keeps up the excessive requests for scratches, it may be time to check with a vet. If he scratches himself with his foot frequently, there may be flea eggs that didn't get killed with the flea treatment. I always treat with Bravecto... it lasts three months, enough time to kill any fleas and flea eggs. There may be better ones out there, but Bravecto has been my standby for many years, and I trust it.

As for the poop smell, you'll get used to it! You'll become "nose blind" like the rest of us who own cats. But for what it's worth, I've found that poop from wet food doesn't smell as bad as poop from dry food. And if you feed wet food, don't go with a mixture of flavors, like chicken and salmon, or tuna and chicken. That helps his digestion to have only one flavor in his system. In the wild, cats eat only one flavor at a time. Consider getting an air purifier with a HEPA filter if you don't already have one. Put it in the room that the litter box is in.

There will come a time when you'll say, "He threw up!" Oh, yes... get ready. They get hairballs from cleaning themselves for six hours every day, and they will throw them up with a little other "stuff" in it.

So you have several "cat lovers" on here... yell if you need us.

MJ

No offense to Sol or any other Booksie wanderers, but I never really found myself a solid "reciprocation buddy" over there. I am speaking strictly of new people...people from Mars and the like. You folks are there, but I have you here. And if you're here, why am I there? Probably my fault (I’m about as smooth at networking as a cat in a bathtub). But honestly, this site spoiled me rotten from the jump—way back in 2008. This is home. I’ve learned more here than my brain signed up for, and I’ve made some downright stellar friends along the way.

That said… even though I’ve got enough points stashed to wallpaper from Georgia to California and back, the same ol’ battle rages on: posting points vs. reviewing points. Spoiler alert—it’s never really tit for tat. It’s more like tit for… half a tat and a lopsided doodle.

I wish there was a way to give away points to needy, homeless, and hungry writers... maybe we could give a gift card with points attached. But then again... Bernice the cat is on my laptop agammmmmmmmmppoup'oihuigyugi.

What a cute poem, Dirk… I didn't know you had it in you! Lol!

Now, to George… you stepped on sacred ground with your response about hunting and killing innocent animals. As you know, I rescue animals… all kinds and sizes. I've been called many things… tree hugger is the most common… but to each their own on this subject. So here is my response to you:

I choose a different kind of strength. Not the strength that pulls a bowstring or fires a rifle into beating hearts, but the strength that lifts up the broken, that shields the vulnerable, that says life itself is sacred, whether human or animal.

The animals on my land are not targets, not meat for a fire, but living souls who trust me to guard them. To kill what cannot defend itself is not power—real power is mercy.

MJ

In the hundreds in 30 years of rescuing!

He looks like my Mikey. Ginger cats are wonderful!

Dirk, I got your message about your cat swapping the same day I took a swan dive and didn’t answer you. Sorry… hope you’re better..talk soon

Be careful on that drive, Bill. Way too many road-rage kooks out there these days. Have fun, and we'll be here when you get back!

MJ