The last 24 hours have been a bit painful.
Yesterday we found out that Bill's cat, Penn, probably has mysenteric cancer (for which there is little treatment) -or- FIP (for which there is little treatment). For people who have no children, our cats are our children.
This morning Bill received a call from his sister to say that Mr D had an impromptu appendectomy. The update on that is that the appendix had already exploded by the time they opened him up and that he'd had some infection in there. They scooped him out like a cantaloupe but are going to keep him in the ICU for the next few days to make sure he's ok.
Our house, meanwhile, has been in a constant state of upheaval since before Halloween. This has caused Bill's other cat, Teller, to begin leaving us lovely little presents of the smelly variety all around the house. To say that this is annoying is putting it mildly, especially since it was only two months ago that I was going on and on about how our cats don't piss all over the place. As a way to remedy the situation, the only thing we can do (besides hurry up and finish the construction already before our obviously Felix Unger cat floods us with urine) is to put Feliway dispensers in every room, spray enzyme crap everywhere, and attempt to squeeze enough time into the day to reassure him that everything is going to be ok. I'm beginning to think that there is not enough reassurance in the world, however, because just the other day, immediately after I gave him the reassurance he was craving, he went and pissed on the floor. [He just went to the vet and there is nothing wrong with him, so this is definitely behavioral.]
I am really at the end of my rope with this cat and have contemplated that perhaps in order to figure him out I need to walk a mile in his shoes. When I'm hungry, I'm just going to piss on the floor. When I'm lonely, the same thing. No one's come to clean my bathroom for a while? Ditto. Bill spends too much time working and not enough time giving me pets? You got it. Someone calls me with more bad news? That person is going to get a snoot full of funk.
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