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Post-Christmas Wrap-up and Not Killing the Cat

Well, I'm feeling a lot better about Christmas since talking with others who had way worse times than I did. Suddenly, my Christmas looks pretty good! ;-) I am having some post-Christmas epiphanies, too. I've gotten some good advice, and from now on I'm going to do only that which I think is fun and worth doing, and let the other stuff go. Londo and I talked about it, and we are also going to do more earlier. And that's enough about that (at least for now).

Today, my major gripe is the cat. I may very well kill him one of these days. You see, when the cat isn't happy, he pees on stuff. Usually it's a bathmat or a rug, often it is right exactly where you step without thinking. But yesterday morning, it was on my good coat, which had slipped onto the floor. And this morning, it was the changing pad that's on the ground in the Pumpkin's bathroom.

I have had it with this behavior!!! I'm ready to strangle him! This is not an appropriate way to show his displeasure!

And we've pretty much figured out what his issue is lately. It's the baby gates we've put up. Londo thinks he has trouble getting over the one that is on the basement stairway and he can't get to his litter box in the basement. But it was wide open this morning, and he still went and peed in the baby's bathroom. I think he is just upset that there a gates blocking where he once roamed free. But he can jump over them. He is a cat. And we have to keep them up because of the baby. So he needs to get over it and STOP PEEING ON STUFF!

I can't kill him, though. The Pumpkin's first word was cat ("ca") and she loves to say it everytime she sees him, so he lives at the mercy of the baby.

Comments

Becoming Mommy said…
LOL!
Just like the Hound's life has been extended because Sasha loves him so.
Only she doesn't pee. she chews. I wish it were pee...
So much easier to fix!
limboland la la said…
i dunno. cat pee stinks pretty bad.

mum has ours on permanent lockup in the cemented section/ laundry room of the basement for the same very reason. (no i don't commend this)... but a suppose a 30 something daughter's plea for a cat's freedom isn't nearly as endearing as 1 year old's first words.

:) have fun with the urine missy, i'm wrinkling my nose for you.

p.s. could be a kitty health issue too.
ImpostorMom said…
Ugh cat pee is the worst! I'm lucky that neither of ours have had reactions like that. Of course, we'd simply toss them outside. Cause we're mean like that. :) That isn't always a possibility though.
We have one that does that as well. Usually he points out just as mad he is at us by peeing on our bed. That's good fun right there, let me tell you. The worst, though, was the time we left him for a week to go on our honeymoon. Despite the fact that we had people come by and play with him every day (we don't even play with him that often), he figured he would pull my wedding dress down off its hanger and give it a good once over. And now I must stop thinking about that or I might just be cooking cat stew for dinner tonight.
caramama said…
No! Not the wedding dress! And he is still alive? ;-)

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