I’m trying so very, very hard not to go postal on one of my kitties. They’re five now, and the torti one, Gizmo, has gone well beyond trying my patience.
She no longer pees in her litter box. She just goes wherever she pleases. Most often in some hidden corner of my recently remodeled—and carpeted—office. We had to replace TK’s backpack a mere month before end of school because she peed on it. Thankfully I caught it before it seeped through to papers and books. Leave a bag on the dining room table? She’ll pee on it. A sweatshirt that slips off the hook and onto the floor. I have to throw things away every single day, and my house has to smell. I can’t even tell anymore. I dread coming home after a weekend away.
It’s been an issue with Gizmo forever, but lately she’s not even pretending to give a damn.
I’ve reached the point where I’m actually crying in frustration, and I don’t know what to do with her. I hate to say it, but if not for the boys, she’d probably be gone. I hate thinking that—if the Short Kid ran around peeing in corners, I wouldn’t give him away. I would only consider it because I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her. She’s fast, though, and skittish when she knows she’s been bad. Fortunately and unfortunately, she’s not actually going anywhere.
Cat people, is there ANYTHING I can do? I’m very, very open to suggestions!