catalog, tues. 5am. penny cat is prowling around, pooping by my shoes, pooping in the living room, pooping in a cardboard box. barfing somewhere i can't locate. when i get up to see she's standing crouched in the corner below her orange bed preoccupied, peeing? no, just standing looking strange. she comes to the bedroom, stands in the corner behind the book stack, gets in her rocker, licks herself, and she's off again prowling inwardly. she's scratching in the kitchen. she's licking herself by the cactus. what to do. sleep? here she comes again, prowling, sitting in the corner by the stack of books, like a ginger wraith. now i see her eyes flashing at me lit by my reading lamp. now she's gone again. 5:24.

upcat. i dozed. penny was laying by the bed when the alarm buzzed. she pooped in the fruit box again. when i cleaned the litter box i see she peed a lake in front. then i see bloody pee by the sink. she's in distress and r. is away another week.