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cat pee apocalypse
Jul. 29th, 2010 03:15 am(Great, now I have a fucked-up urine-themed version of the ammonite-trilobite song from Utena in my head. That'll help me get to sleep, I'm sure.)
Well, today's vet visit revealed that Bat cat is well except for needing dental work, which is good but fails to explain the ongoing demonic possession of one or more cats and/or their bladders. I rented a carpet cleaner this morning and have made two passes over the soiled areas; black light survey says? OMG the spots are still there, maybe half their previous strength, no wonder the house smells like hell and to heaven. There are no spots I don't recognize, disturbing though the idea of having mentally mapped this stuff is, and all cats have this evening been seen to use the boxes. I remain concerned about the orangey-looking puddle I saw, but it was just the one, so maybe it was a strange interaction with carpet dirt or something.
Although our upstairs neighbors have occasionally remarked on how they never hear us, I chose not to run the potentially hearing-damaging steam cleaner at 2:30am. I am --> considerate. We're going to run it at least once more in the morning, though. I really hope this is all behavioral and will be fixed by the extensive cleaning, kitty mind control diffuser, and presence of upstairs neighbors so their cats aren't audbily trying to kill each other all the time. I just really want it to be fixed. Probably it was not the cause of last week's crushing depression, but it was the proximate cause of wanting to cry pretty much constantly. Please, no more cat pee. Is enough.
Well, today's vet visit revealed that Bat cat is well except for needing dental work, which is good but fails to explain the ongoing demonic possession of one or more cats and/or their bladders. I rented a carpet cleaner this morning and have made two passes over the soiled areas; black light survey says? OMG the spots are still there, maybe half their previous strength, no wonder the house smells like hell and to heaven. There are no spots I don't recognize, disturbing though the idea of having mentally mapped this stuff is, and all cats have this evening been seen to use the boxes. I remain concerned about the orangey-looking puddle I saw, but it was just the one, so maybe it was a strange interaction with carpet dirt or something.
Although our upstairs neighbors have occasionally remarked on how they never hear us, I chose not to run the potentially hearing-damaging steam cleaner at 2:30am. I am --> considerate. We're going to run it at least once more in the morning, though. I really hope this is all behavioral and will be fixed by the extensive cleaning, kitty mind control diffuser, and presence of upstairs neighbors so their cats aren't audbily trying to kill each other all the time. I just really want it to be fixed. Probably it was not the cause of last week's crushing depression, but it was the proximate cause of wanting to cry pretty much constantly. Please, no more cat pee. Is enough.
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