Charlie VS Me
I will start this off by saying how fortunate I feel that I remembered to wash my hands before making a late night sandwich the other night because I had just finished cleaning up cat urine and also the litter boxes down on my hands and knees in my laundry room. Charlie urinated outside his litter box for the 100th time. He also likes to pee in our bathroom sink upstairs and let me tell you, it is RANK!!! Praise Jesus I remembered to wash my hands!
Cat urine is a weapon of mass destruction, chemical warfare! It’s disgusting, smelly, nauseating, miserable, hopeless, sick.. list goes on. The messed up part is Charlie knows he’s got me too. Psychologically he has defeated me. He knows that I would never kick him, murder him, or give him away. He is fearless… maybe dumb, pry both but still he’s got me. CV-19 does not scare me; Charlies urine is starting to be the first thing I worry about when I wake up and the first thing I am worried about before I go to bed. I have to make sure I am shutting my bathroom door and covering our kitchen sink so that he does not go to town. And yes, I have Google’d my problem but honestly the advice is so pathetic. The only one that is legit is he may possibly have a urinary tract infection, okay that’s fair. Next possible reason is it is a behavioral issue(yeah no doy) or there is something in the house that is stressing Charlie out where he doesn’t feel comfortable going in the litter box. I think my wife’s sister gives her cat depression pills (not making a joke about human depression by any means just cat depression). Must be stressful being a male cat that could break my woman cat Mocha, or maybe because he has food, or a cat house to lounge in, or a nice spot for him to bask in the sunlight on the hardwood floor. We bought Charlie a purple stress collar which shoots off some positive vibes for dumb cats which obviously isn’t working, such a JOKE!!! I’m done complaining though. In it all, I respect Charlie. He is such a savage, I mean he pees in my sink! I get so heated but I do not yell, in my head I am going to town, out loud I call him an idiot, dumb, but I know he is laughing at me saying, “yeah cool, thanks for letting me p!ss in your sink”! I let him lay on our bed, I pet him when he jumps on my lap, I probably feed him right after I clean his pee… I have to respect that. Good for you buddy, good for you.