Did you know that “feline inappropriate elimination” is the number one reasons cats get relinquished (i.e. turned in to a shelter)? And you thought it was just you and your beloved Moggy’s unpleasant little secret.
I’ve taken Butterfly to the vet, soaked everything but the ceiling with enzyme spray, threatened to hurl her into the streets to make her own way in the world, had the carpets cleaned and cleaned again, moved one of the litter boxes into her preferred location, almost cleaned up the problem when: enter Luna, the aging British Shorthair with attitude. With the death of her beloved owner, we adopted her. Who else was going to take an old cat of uncertain age? More stress, more fisticuffs, more “feline inappropriate elimination” as
Butterfly totters on the edge of a nervous breakdown.—make that as I totter…
I have this nightmare of all our furniture sitting in 4 inches of cat litter because we can’t solve the problem. One vet said, “Get rid of the carpets.” Are you kidding? I bought most of them from local artisans in Afghanistan and Pakistan. No. Okay, so we put away the main targeted carpet. Butterfly pees on the floor.
Another vet said, “Just use this enzyme spray and you could try one of those pheromone plug ins.”Right. Butterfly pees on the spot soaked by enzyme spray. And sitting next to the pheromone plug in singing “Kumbaya” hasn’t solved the problem either.”
Then yesterday happened. Another lake on the floor and I’m screaming, “I’VE HAD IT! THIS IS WAR!”*
Strategizing: Several hours of online research looking at good, solid advice from vets and cat behavior experts—most of which I’ve tried and lots of stupid stuff and quick cures. And NO, I’m not putting pots of Coleus canina around on places where Butterfly has peed. For one thing, the house would like the forest primeval and the plant that may be an aromatic member of the mint family happens to smell like skunk. I’m not the one peeing on the floor.
Military Spending: I headed to the local pet store and spend more money than I want to talk about, returning with new litter boxes, two kinds of litter for a trial—I have to find out what Butterfly will use. Right now the only thing I can count on (most of the time) is doggie pee-pee pads. But Luna has decided she likes them better than litter. So I have to put one in the box and out of the box because Butterfly won’t get in the same box. (Alistair uses the downstairs facility–such a guy.) Not to mention the negative ecological impact, about like disposable diapers.
So I’m tracking this war. And no, I’m not selling anything. While the battle rages, my blog is dedicated to moaning. [This is what some writers do while they wait for inspiration for the next big story.] If you are bored out of your mind by working from home and living with your dear ones, or your Moggy has similar problems, you are welcome to follow as I wage the war. If it doesn’t work out? I will turn myself in to the nearest animal shelter.