So it is. Started off the day by discovering another spot on the futon. I've bleached it and bleached it. The cat box is clean and the darn cat is loved. Why, oh why then is he doing this to me? To torture me. Or does he really want to be an outdoor cat??? I want him to be indoors. My friend, Sue, in WA says her de-clawed, indoor cat lived happily outdoors for 12 years. I don't want an outdoor cat. I don't. I don't! I'll keep my fingers crossed. Gotta get busy on my altered bottles.....and my scrapbook page challenge, and my "me" club page-of-the-month. and...and...and....so much to do and such a bad management of time...gotta work on that too. See ya.