So we are leaving Spanish Harlem for good. This Friday is the last day we will ever walk up or down those 4 flights of stairs. Rico and I have been here for 3 years and we've seen a lot together in this apartment, but its time to move on.

Well Rico has kind of already moved on. We moved him down to my parents' house last weekend. We were going to bring him back up with us for the final week, but my mom agreed to take care of him so we decided with the last few things we have to move (our bed being one of them) it would just be easier to not have to worry about Rico...But I miss him!!!! I really do! I miss him crying in my face in the morning. I miss him purring when I pick him up when I've been gone all day.

My mom said he cries for us. When he has water, food, a clean litter box, and she's given him some attention he still cries...he must miss us too.

I hope he doesn't think that we left him there by himself forever!!

Ok so I left you with poo on the bed. Well the poo had blood in it again. This is the freaking out part. I called the vet, but it was late and he didn't answer. I should have left a message, I know, but I'm weird and I really didn't want to bother him anyway so late at night. So we were afraid Rico had Giardia again. We also thought to give him the left over medicine we had, but his daddy wasn't sure if it was still good.

Soooo...I can't give any more info than that, except that he really has seemed fine since that night. No red poo and he's been acting like regular wacko Rico. So I guess I'm not totally freaking out as my post title would suggest...well not anymore.

Ok so I know I left you hanging the other night with my "Rico is sick again" post. But...I don't know...he seems ok now. But the story goes like this...

The other night we came home late to find that Rico had been shut out of our bedroom all day (from about 8 am to 10 pm). This is the room that houses his litter and his food. As soon as we walked in he was scratching and meowing and when we opened the door I said "Run, run to the bathroom!" But he didn't go to the bathroom...he went to his food. Ok, so he's hungry...that makes sense...and then I went about my business not thinking anything of Rico's apparent super-ability to hold his pee and poop for extremely long periods of time.

A little while later I walked through my roommates bedroom...a room that tends to be extremely dirty and have faint unidentifiable smells emitting from random corners every once in a while. So when I walked through I was a little thrown by the overwhelming smell of sh*t coming from the far corner, but not surprised.

I ran to tell Rico's daddy that our roommate had outdone himself this time with the amazing stench until I put two and two together and realized that Rico didn't have to go to the bathroom when I opened the door because he had already gone!!!

Daddy and I ran into the room and searched for the poop on the floor, under the bed, in between papers...until we found it in the worst possible place Rico could have chosen. There the poop was in all its stinky glory sitting on his bed!

(part 3 tomorrow)