going with the guts

Well, the experiment has been aborted. Milo is back, safe and sound, to using his sandbox. After almost 40 hours of him "holding it", we decided that if he really had that much will power, we'd let him win. Okay not really, actually it was because he hadn't gone for 40 hours (this from a cat who goes like, twice an hour), and I felt his little hernia on his stomach, and it was all hard and bulged out from the internal pressure (aka he was all clogged up and it was pushing out his hernia), so we felt terrible, and conceded. We put out the box again and he DOVE inside in relief. Ah well, thanks Mom, it was a fun experiment while it lasted.

Today is NOLAN'S BIRTHDAY, so you know, send him a facebook message or something, because who doesn't want to get a zillion of those on their wall on their big day (sarcasm). He told me how specifically he does not want any party or anything, so other than making him all his favourite foods and giving him presents and a nice massage, etc., our plans are to watch "Kings" tonight (amazing if you haven't seen it on NBC on Sunday nights), and relax. His test is this week, so he is trying to do a lot of relaxing to prep for the solid day of hell awaiting him.