Janus the cat has been running around and tripping us now for over a year. You go to pet him, and he bites you. He scratches every surface of the house except, of course, for his scratching post. He chews on Veronica's toys. And starting last week, he's been pooping in the master bedroom. And no, that's not where the litter box is located.

So yesterday, after some discussion, we took him to live with Jason's family outside of Marietta. His grandfather and his aunt, who live next door to one another and adjacent to their family business, both love cats and have a lot of land for him to run about and catch things with those claws. He'll be an outdoor cat; we never had him declawed but he was neutered last year, so he won't be adding to the unwanted cat population in the area.

Was this my first choice? Do I like this choice? No on both, but there was really no other good solution. What really gets me, though, is that this is the first time really, in 12 years, that I've been without a cat in the house. Veronica has never had the experience and last night was still closing the bathroom and bedroom doors "so Janus doesn't get in here" until she was reminded he wasn't there anymore. She doesn't seem too bothered by it, as he attacked her about as much as anybody. But I worry about yet another change on top of all the others.

More later, as my lunch break comes to a close.