I emailed Andrew, and like magic he replied this morning that it had been fixed. Thanks andrew!! You rock!
I started getting ready for bed, and my jammies were still lying on my bed from the night before. (I got this cute little jammy set for Christmas - pink & grey plaid jammy pants, and a grey tank top - so comfy!!) Anyway, I put the pants on and started looking around for the tank top but I couldn't find it.
"Bah, whatever... I've got to use the bathroom."
As I sat doing my business, I couldn't help but stare at the bathmat that was hanging over the tub in front of me. I thought about what a couple of people had said, that George was "marking her territory". Kinda sweet, but also kinda sick.
"We'll figure it out, won't we Georgie??"
As I turned around to flush the toilet, I couldn't quite comprehend what I was staring at.
My shirt.
In the toilet.
"What the...!?!"
I had just marked myself.
It took me a few minutes to actually figure out what to do next. I got a coathanger and lifted it out of the "water", and had to hold it over the bowl until it stopped draining enough for me to carry it over a towel to the washing machine. Both the towel and the shirt got scalded for three wash cycles.
Surprisingly enough, all I could do was laugh. I had handled more pee in the last few days than most people had handled in a.... ok, well I guess most people don't really have to handle pee, but you get the point.
As I wasted gallons of water washing my little grey tank top, I sat with Georgie and brushed her fur.
She looked at me as if to say, "See? It happens."