The Pee Parade

The Pee Parade continues in our poor house. Saturday evening we came home from some light shopping. I went directly upstairs to surf the net and find out who had been drafted in the third round of the NFL draft. Just as I was logging on, I heard Kristie cry, "No! No! No! No! No!"

Now this is never good.

I ran downstairs to see a giant wet spot on our couch. I turned to find the culprit - obviously one of our four pets - and, sure enough, there was Kozy cowering by the kitchen table, guilty as ever.

While we were out, we foolishly left the free to roam. But we had forgotten that there was prom that night at the high school - just one house down from ours. So Kozy must have seen the people walking by, gotten excited, jumped on the couch to peer out the window, and then peed in her excitement.

Our poor, very expensive couch has now been peed on three times that we know of - twice by Kozy and once by Mischa.

To make matters worse, last night Kristie headed off to bed and I went quickly to check which NFL teams had signed undrafted rookie free agents. When I finished and walked into the bedroom, I noticed Kristie sitting on the bed with all of the sheets, comforters, and blankets pulled off.

"What?"

Yep, another occurrence.

It must have been Mischa again since the dogs were outside all day.

Will it ever end?

I grew up with animals. Mom and Dad always had a dog (often two) and we always had two cats. I don't remember any such problems.

Maybe we're cursed.

Poor Kristie couldn't even get upset about it either. She was at her wits end.

Any suggestions loyal blog readers on how to make our home - and furniture - pee proof?