In the past couple of days I have weed on Ellen's digital scales (that'll teach her to tell me I'm fat!) and on the floor beside the couch. She is still making me take a pill everyday -- although I think today is the last day.
Oh, and I also threw up all my food and a hairball.
It's been fun watching Ellen crawl around the floor every evening, nose to the floor, paper towel in hand, searching for my latest deposit. I think she's getting a bit sick of it though. If I don't watch myself, I might find myself booted out of home!
But I don't really think she'll do that, because when she's not grumbling, she's giving me cuddles, and telling me I'm beautiful.
That's when I attack her hand!