awww, i appreciate all of the commiseration and sympathy. as if i don’t do enough bitching here already, i’ll explain the kitty story some more.
long long ago in a galaxy far far away (my downtown apt abt 3 years ago) downstairs neighbors moved in that brought mice. I set out the traps in all the places that joey couldnt get to em, and never caught one. I did, however, find one that had somehow fallen into a tall vase (took it outside and across the street and let it go) and one dead under a flip flop when i slid my foot into it to put it on.
i didnt want to use the poison (what if Joey managed to catch a slow and dying, poisoned mouse and eat it?) so I called the landlord and then the property manager, who told me to use the poison, then told me to get a cat.
so i adopted Kitty from a no kill shelter north of town, had her spayed, and brought her home. (they think she was abt 6 months old)
she was tiny and lovely and wonderful and didnt mew at all and played with joey and started purring whenever i got near her. even full grown she was still kinda small, and beautiful, and affectionate.
i got her front paws declawed after the neighbors moved and there were no more mice happenings.
we moved to the new apt 23 months ago. i kept scooping the litter and found out joey was eating her poo. so i put the pan in a large cardboard box and cut a hole for her to get in and out. joey tore up the cardboard to get to the pan, and kitty pissed between the pan and the box and it soaked into the carpet.
so i left joey on a lead that wouldnt reach the litter pan and lined the cardboard with a black trash bag, and got a litter pan that would reach to the edges of the cardboard box. kitty still managed to piss on the side of the pan, leaving piss to puddle in the trash bag, filling my apt with ammonia now that it couldnt soak into the carpet.
a few months ago (not sure how long exactly) i sprung for an enclosed litter box that has the door that flaps in and out. part of me thinks that she held the flap door open with one paw and scooped litter out onto the carpet with the other (much funnier when i do the visual demo).
about a month after joey died (march-ish) i noticed a stain on the back of his chair (an old, cream colored armchair) that had a stain on it. wondering how i never noticed it before, i went to clean it. grabbed the cushion and got a handful of wet cat piss. how she managed to piss UP the back of the chair i’ll never know, but i sprayed it and cleaned it and set it out on the road.
no problems with the other furniture till about 3 weeks ago. she pissed and shit on the big bowl bamboo chair with a round cushion (WFT are those called?) after a day i’d been gone to work at the away store and then to the gym. i cleaned it, and set her food bowl in that chair. fine if you wanna piss and shit there, you can eat there, too.
no problems for a week, so i put her bowl back where it had been. then i come home after work to find another piss spot. cleaned it, put a towel on it. came home again to find a piss spot on the towel. cleaned it again, moved her food bowl back there.
whenever i’m gone overnight, across the hall brother Toby leaves both apt doors open and lets her run in and out, plays with her, changes her water (she prefers fresh twice a day or she knocks the bowl over) and he reports that she sleeps in bed with him.
came home last night and well, you know it from there.
so, i signed the agreement at the shelter when i got her that id return her instead of setting her loose or giving her to another shelter or harming her or whatever. Toby saw the kitty exodus and called his ex gf Tumor, who decided that she would take the kitty. Tumor is home almost all the time, and those two needy pussies will probably be good for each other.
I might even go train tonight.
