Passive-aggressive much?

So, after numerous cleanings, my couch might be okay. MIGHT.

And then...

So, I spent half of today purging my couch of cat pee. Finally I settled down with a bowl of popcorn, ready for a quiet Saturday night. Charlie came to cuddle, and at one point I remember feeling so guilty for being THISCLOSE to walking him to my sister's apartment earlier. "What a sweetie," I thought. "He's so affectionate and loving. He probably just had an accident."

Oh, how wrong I was.

At one point I got up to go to my room. Lin was snoozing on my bed, and I sat down to give her a snuggle. Charlie had followed me into the room. He sat and watched me pet Lin, then promptly walked out AND PEED ON THE COUCH.

Seriously? SERIOUSLY???