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Hi everyone! Last night I put mommy through her paces again. It has been three months since I peed on her bed but I thought she needed a refresher course on how to deal with these things. I'll let mommy tell you the story from her point of view. I think it will sound better coming from the "victim" in this case. mol
Tosca's mommy here. As most of you know, Tosca has been peeing on my bed since I got her as a baby. It isn't medical, it's behavioral. I've been so proud of Tosca for not peeing in my bed for three solid months. That's a great effort for her, almost a record. Last week she started scratching on the bed so I felt she was getting close to feeling the need to pee on the bed again. Last night she finally "did it."
I woke up at 12:45 and rolled over into a wet spot. She has NEVER peed in the middle of the night before. I jump out of bed and strip off the top covers. On my way back to the side I was sleeping on I keep stepping in wetness. I felt so bad for her. I assumed she had started peeing and got interrupted so she jumped down and couldn’t hold it and piddled all across the floor. I looked at the bed and thankfully I woke up before I had to strip off the bottom linens.
I grab one of the already wet blankets and clean up the floor in the bedroom. I gather the blankets to put in the washer. As I’m doing that I find her mouse in the wet bed linens. I thought this is great. She’s peed on her mouse too. Now I’m going to have to throw it out. I sniffed it to make sure. It didn’t smell but urine doesn’t always smell. I throw everything in the washer, including the mouse. These mice are her favorites and very hard to find so I don’t want to lose one if I don’t have to.
On my way back to the bedroom I step in another spot. I grab a towel that was right outside the laundry room and wipe that up and look for more spots. There are a couple more that continue toward the kitchen. I turn on the lights to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I keep wiping and wiping….all the way to the water bowl.
That little stinker was playing with her mouse in the water bowel and brought it to bed with her. All the water that had absorbed into it dripped all the way from the kitchen then soaked through the bed linens. She didn’t pee in the bed at all.
I stayed up long enough to make sure they blankets in the washer weren’t lopsided while spinning. I grabbed my thin little fuzzy blanket and went back to bed by 1:00. I froze the rest of the night but I was also quite proud of my baby for not peeing in the bed.
Mommy grilled chicken last night. She wrapped the pieces in foil so they wouldn't burn but they would still have that good grilled taste. Last night I got into the trash and ate the foil. It was yummy. Mommy didn't know which one of us did it although she thought it was me because som cat had vomited foil and I was standing nearby.
Mommy decided it was a good idea to take both of us to the vet. The vet was busy, busy. There were dogs there and cats. They even had a horse that they called "a mastif." I hissed and spit and growled but not nearly as much as Marina. I dealt with it all day and was fine. When mommy came to get me I finally vomited and it had foil in it. The vet, well, not the one that treated me today, told mommy that we have to observe me carefully for the next day or two but she thinks it's all over.
The vet that took care of us all day got bitten by Marina *stifles a giggle so Marina won't see* Marina just couldn't take it any longer. It was kind of a raw deal being around all those sick cats and dogs all day and Marina is perfectly fine.
Mommy said I may have to go back to the vet tomorrow if it looks like I'm having any problems. Thankfully Marina won't have to go with me.
The good news is there is no medical reason I keep peeing on mommy's bed. The bad news is there is no medical reason I keep peeing on mommy's bed. Mommy was hoping for an infection that could be treated with an antibiotic we haven't tried yet. Quick fix, everyone is happy. Well, that isn't the case. Now mommy has to find a way to get me to stop peeing on her bed through behavioral modification. I don't know though. I really like peeing on her bed.
Today I wanted to show her how much I love her so I brought her my favorite treat...a two inch big fat green grasshopper. She didn't scream but she walked away. I ate a little bit of it and left the rest for her to clean up. She swept it into the garage. Now she has the shakes. She said next time I better bring in a mouse or bird but no more bugs. If it has more legs than me, it's outside only.
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