Fuzzy Logic

EW…

Seriously..

EW.

I’m cat sitting again this week.. and one of the cats has diabetes.. he was doing great but is on a new food now… and is doing better.. but…

well..

He pees on the bed.. and he poops on the bed… I think he’s developed a surface preference. The bed is covered in a plastic sheet while my friend is away… because.. well, he pees on the bed… and there isn’t a human there to watch him all the time. It’s only at night.. after 5.. if you aren’t there before 5, you find a present…
Yesterday, I was on the floor with him and the other cats.. you know… hanging out.. and he walked away…

Then I hear it.. the scratch scratch scratch of paws on vinyl.. that little bugger pooped on the bed while I was THERE! Probably because I’ve not been using the Natures Miracle to clean up.. that stuff makes me sneeze.

Fine.. whatever.. I can deal.

I get there tonight.. I had to run to Joann Fabrics to pick up a few things for a project I’m working on for Lindsay over at Run That Mutt.com and didn’t get there until almost 7.

Evidently someone was saving up.

It was as if someone threw a bucket of urine on the bed..

I’m not kidding.

Running down the sides in little rivers.. I couldnt’ get it clean without getting it all over myself..

::gack::

I know that some of this is because he’s adapting to his new food and his urine ph is changing.. but I also know that some of it is surface preference and some is stress.

Well, you know what? If he’s already stressed, I’m going to take away some of his options and remove some of that stress.

Dustin is spending the night in a dog crate… a BIG wire dog crate.. with room for a litter box on one end and water on the other…

See, used to be that when he went through these phases, my friend would let him live in the bathroom for a while.. and I really think he liked it in there.. no choices to make..no visiting cats to bug him… he’s cool.. got his own little apartment.. but now Nora is the bathroom cat at least until she gets adopted. so.. in the box he goes..

I’m going back over in a few minutes with some old towels and a sheet so I can give him some bedding and cover the crate up a bit… a kitty den.

Oh, my clothes went RIGHT in the wash and although I’ve showered and washed my hands and arms 20 times, I swear I still smell cat pee.

On this day..

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