My morning kicked off around 4am when Michelle woke me. My first thought was Bailey was caterwauling too loud again and heaven forbid one of us should be sleeping through it. But then, Michelle wouldn’t wake me unless something was really wrong. I’m not very coherent in the AM hours, but I did my best to wrestle my brain from slumber and tried to listened intently as she explained,
“Does it smell like pee on the bed?”
“It’s wet right here.”
“Smell this spot. The BED. It’s wet.”
I’m sure the conversation was little more graphic, but like I said mornings aren’t my thing. I smelled the sheets and sure enough they were stained. I got up and turned on the lights while Michelle started to pull back the covers. Yup, she was right, one of the cats had peed on the bed while we were sleeping.
I love animals. I have been a pet owner since I was a small child and when I was born my father bought a Norwegian Elkhound that same month. I have always had a furry companion whether it was a dog or a cat. At present I have a multitude of cats. Cats don’t get the same respect that dogs do. Anyone who is not a pet owner usually tolerates a dog person, but cats get dissed quite a bit. Oops, I’m starting to ramble off topic.
Odds are it’s Julia who peed on the bed. Julia has had on ongoing problem which is more likely behavioral than a urinary tract infection (there Katie, I said it). I have been trying VERY hard to correct the problem, but this morning crosses into new territory. Now my friend Ron would simply tell me “You’ve got to get rid of the cat”, but it’s not that easy. Regardless of what arguments you might make, I have an emotional attachment to ALL my pets. And while this is a BIG problem, Julia has many other qualities that make her absolutely adorable. There’s also the fact that she was initially a temperamental feline and I spent six months turning her behavior around until she became the personable cuddly cat she is today. I don’t want that effort to have been wasted.
That being said I have to make a decision whether to tolerate this behavior, keep making attempts to correct it or find Julia a new home. Has anyone out there ever had to give up a pet? Would any other cat person work this hard to keep a pet?
I’m also inclined to think the moment I give her away, Michelle will discover that one of the other cats peeing… ugh.