There's nothin' like a big shot of grapefruit juice in your eye to wake you up in the morning. Unless it's 10 sneezes because you're allergic to your cat. I've had Tigger since the 7th grade, but when I moved out, I wasn't allowed to take her with me. Now that mom has a new cat, Tigger has been here for a few months. And I'm now addicted to sudafed. I want to give her back, but my folks won't take her. Tigger is a bit of a freak. She won't allow the litterbox to be anywhere except the dining room. Which is so fancy we only eat Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners there. They said if I don't want her, I have to take her to the pound. I've had her for 11 years, and am willing to endure a few more months of agony (she's not going with me to Cali). Last night as I was picking crusties off her back near her tail, I found a bug. Not a flea, just a black bug. So now we get to go to the vet. She's not completely worthless. I have these mutant grasshoppers the size of base balls, and Tigger finds them very tastey. She's killed 4 so far. She'll eat most of them. Leave a leg or two lying around. Yeah it's gross, but at least I don't have to deal with them. Well, I should get ready for the wonderful, non-stressful work day ahead of me. This is great!