Day 50: Wee!

One of our cats, Little Ricky, is in heat and so he walks all over the house moaning out of excess testosterone. He also marks his territory by peeing on everything. It's quite charming, let me tell you, and also quite a surprise he can't find a female. He's an indoor cat and so his only option is our female cat, Ginger. Unfortunately for him, she's been spayed and so she's not interested. Soon his urges will subside, though, because on Monday he's getting neutered and will become even littler Ricky.

We've been washing bed sheets and blankets and rugs because Ricky's been peeing on them, and so tonight when Rex peed on the rug, we didn't even blink. We were like, "Of course our son peed on the rug. Of course he did." If one of us humans didn't end up peeing on the rug this week, I probably would have asked someone to, that's how unsurprised I was when Rex did it.

I was in the bathroom getting Rex ready for his bath. After I took off his diaper he yelled, "Wee! Wee!" I thought he was excited--he loves splishing and splashing in the bath--and hence his call out. But no, that's not what he meant. Evidently English and Tagalog isn't the only language barrier we're facing. Apparently we have a Wee problem. He looked down for a second, and then he started peeing on the rug and the floor. It took me off guard and for a bit I was speechless, but after I gathered my thoughts, after a small puddle had formed, I said, "No, no, potty," and lifted him up onto the potty. Of course he was all done and had nothing left to give, and so I plopped him in the bath. At least now we know what Rex means by Wee!