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So I wake up to Gunner whining downstairs...

"Great, blasted cat is out and freezing!"  I stumble downstairs.  Wait!  Cat is right next to me on stairs.  While getting that through my lack-of-sleep brain, I realize that Gunner can't be whining because of her.

What now???!!

Accident in crate and because he is 92 pounds of Chessie accidents aren't little.  Happiness x2.

Let him outside.  Through crate bedding in washing machine for longest cycle since poor old Daisy passed in October.  Scrub crate and let him back after washing his paws because of course he stepped in one of my gifts.

I love having pets.  I love having pets.  I love having pets.

ugh.