Some of this is older information but for those who didn't see....
Exterminators came yesterday. Because we (including the cat) had to be out of the house a minimum of 6 hours and they finished at 5:30pm - we took a hotel room for the night.
It's a damned good thing we had no luggage and the only clothing we had is what we were wearing because there were BED BUGS IN THE HOTEL ROOM!!!! I was woken up at 2:30 this morning because of the itching. I've been up since.
The apartment is now a disorganized mess of white plastic bags and we can't unpack our home for 6 weeks. I have no idea where anything is.
And yesterday we took the cat to the vet. In 3 weeks he lost 2lbs. The vet thinks it's a matter of days, especially since he's really not eating or drinking. We got him some sub-q fluids while we made the decision of "when." Tomorrow H is taking him to his cousin (who is our usual vet) for a second opinion. We had called her yesterday to see if she would come to us to put him to sleep so it wouldn't be done in an office. Upon hearing all that was going on with him, she wanted to check him out herself first. PF's first word was "kitty."
Now I'm at work, downing a 32oz iced coffee and trying not to rip out my hair.