Yes, these two may look all cute and cuddly and butter-wouldn’t-melt and all (that is if you like cats, for you cat-haters out there I apologise for being someone who blogs about their pets) but I’m just about ready to string them up. Don’t tell my landlord but they will not stop weeing in the house. Lately my morning routine starts with a mop and bucket and every manner of strong-smelling detergent but I’m afraid the place now has that permanent underlying tang of cat pee usually associated with crazy cat-ladies.
It doesn’t help that a leftover from my pregnancy is a superhuman sense of smell, so I can’t get it out of my nose and I wander around sniffing and asking Matt, “Can’t you smell that?” “Now, over here, it’s definitely stronger here.” and generally driving him around the bend with my obsession.
This is not a new problem, it’s just gotten worse. They started when we first moved house a few years ago and there was some upheaval and stress for them. Murphy would do it more, tending to favour a spot at the front door. I did a lot of reading up on ways and methods of getting them to stop and it seems it’s not easy to retrain a cat. I did manage to get them to stop though ***sensitive cat-lovers look away now*** thanks to this wonderful static-electric mat I found on the internet. It was also a good way to wake us up if we came downstairs barefoot half-asleep in the morning and accidentally stood on it.
Unfortunately their weeing in this house isn’t confined to one spot, they’ve branched out. They’re equal opportunity spritzers these days and the smell is almost impossible to get out. There are cleaning products out there that will get rid of it but they’re not available in Ireland and no suppliers I’ve spoken to will ship them to me.
I absolutely loathe litter trays and I can’t have one in the house because of Eve. A cat flap isn’t possible since we’re only renting here. So I’m out of ideas. Besides, right now I think they’re actually coming into the house in order to pee.
