So long Chichi! I will always remember your meow and that cute little face of yours. Thank you for being such passionate and cuddly cat. If it wasn't because of your inability to use the litter box, I'm sure we would have many more happy years together. I have to agree with Peter though, that is a big problem whether you know it or not. We like to have people come to our house and hang out in the basement. Your poops weren't exactly welcoming to our guests. The worst though was the urine. We don't know how little thing like you could produce such potent toxic stuff. Forgive us for not being able to tolerate that anymore. We've tried, and you know it. Remember the squirt bottle, the nose dipping into your own poop, the kicking and screaming? We still love ya. We hope they can find you a lovely new home, because you are one lovely cat. No matter what will happen to you, it's been fun. Good luck baby!

It's going to be a sad day. Today Peter is going to take Chichi to the animal shelter. I'm going to miss her terribly. I was playing with her outside yesterday. I was blowing bubbles and she was chasing them. She looked confused when she saw the bubbles disappeared. I hope they can find her a good home. I haven't slept all night. The sun has just come up, so I guess it's time for bed.