Ok so this has been a totally shitty week.
First. I have had this cat for like 10 years. I love him to death, but he has serious mental issues. He's been afraid of everything all his life. He weighs 10kg (Maine Coon). He's a monster. And yet afraid. Biggest pussy (pun intended) to ever walk the earth. 10 years, and he runs from me. He has to come up to me to snuggle. If I flinch, he's gone. He hides under my bed and lives there when I have company. He's usually gotten along with GF's but only in bed. Since Katrina moved in, he behaved more or less normally (for him). Until her daughter's cat moved in. This un's another Maine Coon, so he's a bruiser too. But not aggressive. My cat has lived under my bed since. We had to put a litter box in our bedroom. That sucks. And Katrina asked me to ween him out of that while she's away, because she will not live with a litter box in the bedroom. Since I'm not fussy about that either, I began after Christmas. He now pisses and shits everywhere but in the box. I used to sort my laundry into piles on the floor and do them one at a time over the course of a day or so. He'd piss in them. When I stopped leaving out the piles, he began pissing on my bed. I have a liner, but he holds it for a day or two, then I gotta wash the sheets. This latest time, he pissed and shat on the comforter, while the liner was in the wash. So now my mattress may be ruined. A $2000 mattress. I haven't slept in my own bed for over a week. I think I'm going to have to put him down. It feels like murder.
Second. I've been very sick for the said week. The Incubator (whom I will call "Breanna" - Katrina's middle child) continually brings home an amusing assortment of bugs from the Germ Factory (which I will call her "School") to infect my (relatively) pure body. This latest one has been a doozy. Not as bad a a Flu, but definitely a very severe cold. Missed 3 days of work and coupled with the above have not improved my feelings.
Third. I've seen Katrina 5 days since late September. We talk more or less daily on the phone, but she's nearing the end (3 weeks, thank God) of her training and it's getting pretty intense, so we don't talk much. I have no one to lean on. I've never been totally comfortable with "raising" Breanna, not because I'm reluctant, but I don't feel I'm doing a very good job. I don't know the questions to ask or what to do under "circumstances"
Fourth. With both of us sick, the place has really turned into a pigsty. Not conducive to a good mood.
Add all this and a few other minor, negative things and it all adds up to a really shitty week.
Fortunately health is returning, so I've cleaned up a little today and will do more tomorrow. But I was not able to deal with the bed - I need some more "anti-pet piss/shit" spray, and felt too shitty to leave the house. I was not able to see a vet about the cat for the same reason. I get 2 days a week off work. Sunday (Vets are closed) and Other. So next week I have to wait til "Other" (Thursday, in this case) in order to see the Vet, get advice and assuming there's nothing I can do, make an appointment for some future date to kill my cat. Tomorrow I have to make some attempt to salvage my bed. If that fails, then I get to live on the couch until God knows when, since I can't afford a new one at this time.
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First. I have had this cat for like 10 years. I love him to death, but he has serious mental issues. He's been afraid of everything all his life. He weighs 10kg (Maine Coon). He's a monster. And yet afraid. Biggest pussy (pun intended) to ever walk the earth. 10 years, and he runs from me. He has to come up to me to snuggle. If I flinch, he's gone. He hides under my bed and lives there when I have company. He's usually gotten along with GF's but only in bed. Since Katrina moved in, he behaved more or less normally (for him). Until her daughter's cat moved in. This un's another Maine Coon, so he's a bruiser too. But not aggressive. My cat has lived under my bed since. We had to put a litter box in our bedroom. That sucks. And Katrina asked me to ween him out of that while she's away, because she will not live with a litter box in the bedroom. Since I'm not fussy about that either, I began after Christmas. He now pisses and shits everywhere but in the box. I used to sort my laundry into piles on the floor and do them one at a time over the course of a day or so. He'd piss in them. When I stopped leaving out the piles, he began pissing on my bed. I have a liner, but he holds it for a day or two, then I gotta wash the sheets. This latest time, he pissed and shat on the comforter, while the liner was in the wash. So now my mattress may be ruined. A $2000 mattress. I haven't slept in my own bed for over a week. I think I'm going to have to put him down. It feels like murder.
Second. I've been very sick for the said week. The Incubator (whom I will call "Breanna" - Katrina's middle child) continually brings home an amusing assortment of bugs from the Germ Factory (which I will call her "School") to infect my (relatively) pure body. This latest one has been a doozy. Not as bad a a Flu, but definitely a very severe cold. Missed 3 days of work and coupled with the above have not improved my feelings.
Third. I've seen Katrina 5 days since late September. We talk more or less daily on the phone, but she's nearing the end (3 weeks, thank God) of her training and it's getting pretty intense, so we don't talk much. I have no one to lean on. I've never been totally comfortable with "raising" Breanna, not because I'm reluctant, but I don't feel I'm doing a very good job. I don't know the questions to ask or what to do under "circumstances"
Fourth. With both of us sick, the place has really turned into a pigsty. Not conducive to a good mood.
Add all this and a few other minor, negative things and it all adds up to a really shitty week.
Fortunately health is returning, so I've cleaned up a little today and will do more tomorrow. But I was not able to deal with the bed - I need some more "anti-pet piss/shit" spray, and felt too shitty to leave the house. I was not able to see a vet about the cat for the same reason. I get 2 days a week off work. Sunday (Vets are closed) and Other. So next week I have to wait til "Other" (Thursday, in this case) in order to see the Vet, get advice and assuming there's nothing I can do, make an appointment for some future date to kill my cat. Tomorrow I have to make some attempt to salvage my bed. If that fails, then I get to live on the couch until God knows when, since I can't afford a new one at this time.
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Regarding the cat issue... did you keep these two quarantined for a few days before introducing them? I know they act out like this when they are stressed. My cat used to piss in my duffel bag after I had packed for a trip. I was forever doing laundry mere hours before leaving. I hope you don't have to put him down, I know how frustrating it is when expensive items are ruined during an adjustment period.