When I left for Seattle on Thanksgiving day for a couple of days, I knew that Tiger (the cat) would be here alone so I left the door to the patio open about 4 inches so that he could go in and out to the litter box as needed. I left his food dish overflowing and a bowl full of water. When I returned on Saturday, there was an odd smell in the house and I noticed the patio door was closed.

I called Leah, who had stopped by to see if she had closed the door, but no. Then I saw that the cat, given no other option, had relieved himself on my bathroom on the floor (at least he didn't do it on the carpet or in the plants). As I was cleaning it up, I was getting irritated. I guess cleaning up cat poop isn't necessarily an activity that cheers me up. I was racking my brain trying to figure out who had come over and shut that door. I called Joseph, but he hadn't come by. Then I started thinking that I was losing it. Maybe I hadn't left the door open. Maybe I was the one who had caused this whole debacle.

However, Marianella came over last night and informed me that Alonso had come over to play with Tiger, since he was worried that he was alone. Whew! Mystery solved - I am not completely nuts.

P.S. Tiger is officially able to come and go as he pleases now. He can go outside and do his business. This is very good news to me and to him I am sure. He is currently outside making the rounds as I write this. Hopefully, we are done with vet visits and bills for awhile.