In ongoing tales of petsitting the pink fish is definitely dead and definitely eaten; my mom had me reach into the tank with a glove on and check inside the castle. So that's lovely. Then the dog disappeared on me for a heart-stopping 10 minutes; she was with me and then she was missing and not coming for treats. She finally appeared as I was getting more and more frantic. I already was only letting her out when I was there. She got away because I bent over something I was watering. So now she only goes out with 1:1 attention. And even then when I just let her out she spotted a deer on the edge of the property and took off after it. She's never going to catch a deer of course but I must admit I thought I might have to add it to my running total of death and devastation.

The hospital I go to for psych (outpatient as well as inpatient) has me do these online assessments before every appointment. My anxiety score is going to be way up for my appointment next week. When I was filling it out tonight I realized that it is going the wrong direction. But soon I'll be home and it will go back down. My mom said I'm struggling because I'm not used to having responsibilities. But I've never gotten so overwhelmed watching her dogs unless I've already been in a bipolar episode when i started (which I'm not now, just supremely anxious).

Oh well. I tried to convince the cat to not kill anything tonight. I hope she listens. I can't just keep her inside because she cries to go out. We'll see how much begging matters to the cat in the morning. Or later tonight if it's like yesterday.