Josie has to go to the vet in the morning and get fixed. She'll be gone over night and mom will get her Saturday morning (dad has a seminar this weekend). I'll miss her for the night. It'll be boys night, though. To be honest, I'm glad she's going to get fixed, because the past week, she's been walking around with her rear up in the air making the most aweful noises, and there's not a thing Huggy Bear or I can do for her, but that doesn't make her stop. To use a very misplaced expression, she's barking up the wrong tree ... if cats could bark.