Tuesday, Dec. 16, 2003
"Oh, so you're saying this is a piss for help?"
The spousal unit has such a way with words.
We were discussing our cat, Zubby. In the last three days he has peed three times in the room we're renovating to be my office. This is unheard of for him. He's always been very good about either using the kitty litter or going outside to do his business. There are no words for how much this new behaviour ticks me off.
The spousal unit and I talked about what could be causing this. The first time it happened I thought he might have issues with the kitty litter, but when I checked the box was clean. Scratch that.
I know he's not sick. He had his annual checkup and shots just last month and got a clean bill of health. He's plenty active, he eats well, his fur is soft and shiny, his nose cold.
The spousal unit figures this is a territorial issue--Zubby marking a part of the house as being HIS and most definitely not Norma's or Enid's.
I think it might be Zubby feeling neglected because he used to be the spousal unit's cat. Before we got Norma and Enid, Zub would sprawl on the spousal unit each night while they watched the tee vee. Enid has usurped that role because she's both very affectionate and very assertive.
I think this might be a call for attention, or as the spousal unit so delicately put it, "a piss for help".
I know for a fact that Zubby is most definitely feeling odd man out. After a rocky start, Norma and Enid have become the dynamic duo over the last few weeks. They wrestle together, groom each other, chase each other through the house and even power nap together.
Neither of them is ever particularly welcoming to poor Zub who is not allowed to join in any kitty games. Poor Zubby.
Help. I need help. I am throwing myself on the good graces of you, my three loyal readers.
I know that as a final resort we could put a door on this room, but I would hate it if we had to. My office adjoins our living room. When you look through the doorway into it, there's a big 4 x 7 window that frames a wonderful view of the mountains across the valley from us.
This window really opens up the house, makes our living room feel much more spacious than it is. A door would box the living room off from this amazing view and we'd lose a fair bit of light and beauty.
Have any of you had a cat suddenly start peeing in an unexpected place? Were you able to break the pattern by changing the way you treated the cat? Are there products I can use to get the smell of urine out of the sub-floor before we put my good floor down after Christmas? Are there products that will make him avoid this room?
I can't watch Zubby every minute of the day. Any help you could give me with this would be deeply deeply appreciated, eh?
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