Dealing with this disease is a bit like dealing with a very young child. Last night as I was putting away Christmas ornaments I was alarmed to see my ceiling preparing to disintegrate. Turns out he had turned the tap to face the back wall in the bathroom and left it running so that it flooded and was coming through the ceiling. Added to that he has wandered now twice so the question must be faced, Is it time to consider placement. What a dreadful choice that is. It is probably the loneliest and hardest decision anyone can make and yet I think the time does come when it sort of makes itself.
