I also forgot to mention one interesting thing I've learned. Cats and pills. Biggie really likes pill pockets. So he's easy. The Smalls who likes no treats I've ever tried to give him, will have absolutely nothing to do with pill pockets. BUT, he's not too bent out of shape when I try to stick a pill down his throat. He puts up a bit of resistance but really not much. Biggie is solidly in the NFW camp on pills.
I put The Smalls pills on the shelf. The same place I had Biggie's pills before. Now, when it's time for The Smalls to get his pill, I go over there to get one and invariably find Biggie at my feet demanding a pill pocket. He gets one.
I actually did do the cat food store and Costco. The cat food store is such a nice place. They make it really hard to order online. Today, for instance, a nice lady gave me all kinds of advice and showed me two good choices to try. I got 3 flavors of each choice - 6 cans - and she only charged me for 3 cans. 'Save that coupon for when you come back.' I will, of course, be back. Such a nice store. (Mud Bay - it's a local chain.)
Then on to Costo which was pretty empty! And then I realize I had gotten there just as they opened. Still, a delightful experience. I got some of their locally made mac and cheese and their locally made bulgoghi. And steak and gum and bacon. I parceled out the mac and cheese into single servings. Most is now in the freezer. I'll cook up the bulgoghi tonight and then do the same with the left over. The steak is cut into my size portions and freezing now, too. Oh and I got a pumpkin pie. It was $6 and huge. I cut it up into 16 slices and froze most of those. I got food for a while.
Just as I finished up all that storing work, the phone rang and it was the auto glass people. Tony would be arriving in 30 minutes! And he did. He's down there now working his windshield magic. He seems like a really nice guy. So nice that I'll be having to tip him.
He said it would take an hour.
I feel like things are under control for a change and that is a very nice feeling.
About half the time, when The Smalls uses the litter box, he digs like he's looking for China. And somehow always gets litter on his nose. It cracks me up every time.