What I forgot to do today . . .

To call the vet.  Husband and I hold out vague "hope" that Pepita might have a bladder issue that a magic pill could solve, thus making it possible for us to have absorbent furnishings again.  Scare quotes on "hope" because it seems somewhat possible that the  cat has diabetes and that would be a long, expensive problem all of its own (though mitigated by the possibility of having throw rugs again).