That means I have to wash my down comforter every day. And the sheets. And sometimes the pillowcases.
Last week she peed on a shirt and sweater vest I was going to wear to work.
I’m at my freakin’ wits end over here!
I can’t even sleep under the same blanket as Steve because our main blanket is usually downstairs in the wash! Now sleeping together under one blanket is like a luxury vacation!
She’s pretty much taken to doing this EVERY DAY. Not good.
We tried moving her littler box, changing the litter, buying her a whole new box. Nothing. She’s peeing up a friggin’ storm! I didn’t know such a little kitty was so full of pee!
I was looking up things on the internet about it and it says that she’s obviously mad about something. I’ve tried everything to get her to stop, but nothing is working. I can’t even spray anything in the house to keep her away from places because she’ll just pee somewhere else!
Steve suggested we sew her pee hole shut….though this is a good temporary solution, if we’re going that route we might as well sew Winstons butt closed because it smells! (this part is a JOKE, we wouldn’t sew her pee hole shut…and I doubt she’d sit around long enough to even let us near her pee hole!)
We’re pretty much getting close to a decision as to whether to give her up for adoption. When it comes down to it, we paid about seven times as much for the dog. I don’t want her to go to the Humane Society or the pound. I’ll just suffer through the pee because I don’t want her to have the chance of being killed.
Tough times. Sad times.
These are the times you wish your pet spoke english…