I discovered last night that I can’t sleep without a blanket on me.

It was my cat, China Rose, who lead me to this self-discovery by thoughtfully urinating on all of my blankets. This caused me to lament “Why, China Rose? Why? Do I not keep your litter box clean? I swear that I do!”

Without time to launder my now soiled sheets I attempted to sleep last night but was restless. It just felt weird. Finally, in desperation, I grabbed my bathrobe from beside the shower and used that as a makeshift blanket.

This bought me a couple hours of sleep until… clearly NOT getting the message about the urinary tract infection she was trying to communicate to me… China Rose peed on my bathrobe, on my leg, onto my sweats, and through to the bed itself.

Message received, China Rose! I’ll take you to a vet today!