June 23rd 2012 1:55 pm
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I think I peed outside the box once too often, my friends. Last week Mom came home from work, and was greeted by an all-too-familiar smell as soon as she walked in the front door. Yup, I peed on the living room couch. And also on one of the living-room chairs.
Fortunately, all the household furniture is slip-covered and the furniture itself is wrapped in plastic under the slipcovers. So this time she didn't have to throw out expensive furniture. But she has had to do that before, along with every rug that she ever owned. And the Roomba, which I peed on. And several computer keyboards. And one of Dad's expensive textbooks. And once she had to re-print their tax returns because I baptized them while they were on her desk. (She says she can sort of understand that one.) And she has mopped up more "puddles" on the floor than she cares to count.
Extensive vet work-ups show no physical problem, and Mom has tried everything else to solve this longstanding problem. Behavioral therapy. Anti-anxiety medication. Pheremones. Nothing has worked.
So this time she went out and bought a large dog crate. Big enough for a carpeted cat perch, a litter box, some toys and my food and water dishes. I live there now whenever I can't be personally supervised by Mom or Dad.
It could be worse, I guess. I get out in the morning to eat with my sibs and sit on a human lap while they drink coffee and read the paper. I get out again at night to sit in the family room with the rest of the family.
But I have to sleep in my cage. And I have to be in there all day when the humans are at work. I don't like it. At all.
For two days, my fursibs stayed downstairs with me in solidarity. But Bear and Vicki caved eventually and started going upstairs to sleep in the bed with Mom and Dad. Jasper stays downstairs, but always in the family room.
Mom says this is better than a full-time cage at a no-kill shelter, which was the other alternative. She doesn't want to give me up. But she can't afford new furniture, either.
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Ah, sorry buddy. :( I bet you'll get used to your cage. At least you get to come out when everyone is home!
I had a problem like this for a while too. I was cranky mommy and daddy were fostering kitties. It wore off eventually, I hope you get use to the cage, at least your family is finding a way to keep you even if it involves a cage. When everyone gets home you can smakey paw them for locking you up!
Yeah, that's better than the alternative, like your mom said. Sorry you don't like it, though, pal. You probably sleep most of the day, anyway, so maybe that part won't be so bad.
hmmmmm....mommy thinks there is something going on that they haven't figured out vet wise...
mommmy had a kittie that lived with her...much the same problem. No vet could figure it out. Then it turned out that the kitty had an illness that came to be discovered later. It made sense.
I would really suggest a second vet appointment....with another vet.
sometimes we associate litterboxes with pain. Mommys other cat that went to the Bridge had to ahve his own box and that helped him alot.
Really? what was the illness?
Mom thinks I need my own litter box, too, but that's hard to manage with four cats in the house. I have my own now in my cage, of course. So maybe I'll be happier here in the long run.
Thanks for the comment, Ruffy. You're the best!
Awwww, Sev! What kind and caring humans you have. A warm, food-filled cage beats a cold, crowded line at the executioner's.