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I carefully scrubbed down the sofa cushions Zola had anointed, and erected a series of cat deterrents (a coating of tissue paper, propped up cushions with the scrubbed parts facing the back, a strategically placed laundry basket where the cushions would normally sit) to ensure that Zola stayed off the sofa while the anti-odor solution was drying.

It all seems to have worked. Zola has not been back on the sofa -- or if he has, he hasn't sprayed anything while on the sofa, or anywhere else. Litter box examination indicates that he's doing his business in the proper place. Huzzah!

On the even brighter side, Zola seeks our company out more; sometimes he's content to just lie on the rug near us while we do things on the computer, or eat. And he's invented some games for himself, placed with pet store balls made of crinkly foil, to engage in while we're sleeping.

So peace has been restored. I will miss him so much when we go to Summer Weapons Retreat next week. We'll be gone about a week. We've hired a young woman with a veterinary technician background to come in daily and feed him, and give him some love while we're gone; I hope he can deal with that.