Cat Pee!
No, seriously. There is cat pee in the center of my bed.
More ranting to follow.
I love my cats, really and truly. I have to. If I didn't, they would so not be here. To love them is a tax on the patience I have very little of. I used to think that I had no patience until I adopted them. Now I find that I have more patience with my cats than I have with my husband. Go figure.
I have five, cats that is. Aphrodite--f black short-hair, Juno--f torty long-hair, Apollo--m orange short hair tabby, Mercury--f black long-hair bobtail, and Trouble--m orange long hair tabby. One of them is the purpertrator. I have no idea if that's spelled correctly, and at this point I'm just too irked to care.
Until today they could do no wrong. Table legs scratched? Pppffsssh. No problem. They're cats with claws, spritz them with water to teach them to stop. Cat hair on the counter? Pppffsssh. No problem. They're cats with fur, spritz them with water to teach them not to jump on the counter and vacuum regularly. Stinky litter box? Pfffssh. Not a problem. They're cats and they have to go too, clean it regularly and buy glade plugins. Scratch on the outside of the bedroom door at night? Pppffffsssh. No problem. They're cats and they're nocturnal. If they get too noisy, get up and play with them while getting a midnight snack.
Foul-smelling stain in the center of the bed? Oh, hell, no. I don't piss in their bed!
I now have to find a way to wash the sheets, comforter--thank heavens, it's only a regular sized one-- and the mattress pad, and keep them from going on it again. And I have to find an enzyme eliminator for the actual bed because, yep, the urine went all the way through. I have 3 litter boxes! Darn cats! Use those! I scoop them daily!!! *huffing, puffing, all red faced*
I blame the new one. He's my sister's cat and he's peed in other places other than the litter box before. He's peed on clean and dirty clothes in the laundry room. That would explain why they would now single out the comforter that I haven't had on the bed since last year. *rigginfrigginragginfraggin* My sister's husband joined the Navy last year and they could only have 2 animals on base. They chose their dogs. The shelter here puts down 40-60 cats a day (that's no an exaggeration! Spay and Neuter!!!), and I didn't want Trouble to end up in the shelter.
Of, course I accidently left the bedroom door open when I left for work, so it's just as much my fault as it is the cat who peed. Ergh.
Time to check the laundry and then see what I've got for urine removal for the bed. Guess Hawk and I are sleeping on the couches. Yeuck!!
I'm going to get new icons. The present one doesn't do justice to my anger.