Evidently I am smarter than the microwave timer. It can't tell me when to go! *I* tell it when I need to go. So with 25 minutes left on the timer, daddy no where in sight, momma napping on the couch - I squatted down in the sunroom and let 'er rip (don't worry, it was just a little pee).
Doesn't Pee Free Day mean I am free to pee any time and any place I want? No? Oh. :o( Well, I didn't get the memo, mmm'kay?
So, what have we learned? Where do we go from here? Back to the basics. Wake up? Pee. Finish playing? Pee. Finish eating? Pee. Going to the vet? Pee. Er... I mean. We're really *are* going to the vet on Tuesday. We'll ask the doc if there are any physical ailments (ie. UTI) that may be causing all this peeing.
Where I once had free reign of the sunroom, livingroom, and kitchen, my space has been shrunk back to only the kitchen area. Boo hoo. :o( Momma is such a badass.