For the past 48 hours, my never-ending refrain has been, “Where’s the cat?” in an attempt to manage and halt his revenge peeing. Since our previous pee control attempts to banish him to the outside during the day and then crate him at night didn’t work (because our dog, Micah, kept letting him back in the house — seriously, our pets are so weird), my new approach was to give the cat tons of space, free reign of the house, and NO TOUCHING, but keep a close eye on him in case he was in a pissy mood, both literally and figuratively.
So far so good. We’ve been tiptoeing around the cat like he’s royalty and he has rewarded us by giving us bored yawns and keeping his pee to himself.
Yes we have a fancy, fussy cat. Zeki is an indoor/outdoor cat who comes inside to use his litter box (or Camille’s blanket, as the mood strikes) and he also takes a shower with Caleb almost every morning. Oh yes he does. He has loved water since he was a kitten and comes running when he hears the shower turn on. One of the ways that quarantine has disrupted his life is he’s not been getting his daily shower because Caleb has been rolling from bed to school and then showering later in the day when Zeki isn’t around.
Yesterday morning I knew I had regained favor with the cat when I was taking a shower and he pushed his way in and sat on my feet. Of course then I had to step around his wet body as I was trying to wash my hair, but it’s a small inconvenience to endure in exchange for pee free belongings.
And I fell upon this timely quote that sums up my life these days regarding all the living creatures in this house:
Hahahaha…Never heard that one before…But in my experience I have definitely seen why some peeps might make the parallel connection.