3 Day Cat Leak

Part of the joys of sharing a house with an animal is that although they can talk, mostly it's not any language we come equipped with or that Berlitz has a course for, so that when they are sick it's usually late in the illness when they are able to let us know in splashy ways.
Yesterday, my cat hopped up on the sofa and peed on me. After peeing all over the living room, dining room and (I discovered later) the kitchen. Never mind that she's peeing a dilution of iocane powder (colourless, odorless....I am NOT tasting....) so that it's difficult to tell cat urine from splashes of plant water. Still. Peed on me. Not happy. Took to vet, seems her insulin might be a tad off so we're starting her on a new round of fresh meds and I'm dropping her off later in the week for further exam. And mopping. And doing laundry. And studiously not being angry with the small bit of fur that can't at all help that she's leaky. And occasionally bathing the cat, which pleases her not at all.
Last weekends weddings included one at the Sutton Place hotel which was swank beyond swank, and one at the Bata Shoe Museum which was actually quite a nice place for a ceremony. Found oodles of info on shoes and wedding customs around the world and included them in the ceremony copy for the couple. I've always been actually annoyed with the Bata Shoe Museum - the building is modern architecture and so evokes feeling rather than enriches the surroundings, and the feeling it evokes from me is "don't park your droid near there" since it looks exactly like a jawa cargo unit...not that I'm that much of a star wars geek, just saying. Inside it's actually quite nice, with appropriately dim rooms of exhibits, including a pair of Pope shoes. Not the current kinda scares me Pope, not the last shaky yet can't help but like him Pope, but some guy from around 1903. Nice damn shoes, but the arch support looks terrible. Anywho, the shoe wedding featured one of the most resplendent brides I'd ever seen, all shiny with crystals and giggles, and a mischievous groom who surprised her with live music. The music was a violin and cello, my favorite combination (actually, anything with cello if I'm honest. Including more cello) and was played passibly well. Throughout the wedding, written just for them and well received I kept hearing another music played, less structured and more organic. On the way out from the wedding, I saw across the street a ghostly man with an autoharp playing a discordant and hypnotic array of sounds, and I crossed the street to listen more closely. If you closed your eyes and listened (or at least, I found) it was like the sound of a fathomless and welcoming void, pleasant and rewarding, a feast for the soul. I opened my eyes and he was staring at me, still playing, ghostly smile on white/blue lips, head cocked and eyes glittering. He nodded, I gave him my change and was on my way. I am sometimes not convinced all people one meets are people in the traditional sense.
And then we had dinner, Ross cooked. Organic chicken done Canadian Voodoo style (maple syrup, hot peppers and Cajun seasoning) and Yorkshire Pudding. The company of good friends and a bit much by way of red wine.
I'll deal with the leaky cat. I can't guess how I got so lucky.