I called her tonight just to rant about three weeks of cleaning up cat and dog pee; of scooping up the odd nugget-size turd; and of washing diarrhea off the cat's ass.
The cat, he has an excuse. Poor baby has been sick as a dog, even though the dog is not sick. He had pneumonia and nearly died. He had runny eyes and a runny nose and he could barely breathe, his chest was so full of phlegm. For two weeks, Dodge laid on the floor (or in the bathtub), not moving. He didn't eat or drink. Sometimes he tried to drink, then wound up resting his head in the bowl of water. Always a clean cat, suddenly he just peed on the floor, where he was laying, and stayed laying in it.
The vet gave him three needles right off the bat and then six pills to be administered twice a day. Have you ever tried to give a cat a pill?
So it's been a horrible time, fighting with pills, cleaning up messes, washing the cat and hoping Dodge would pull through another day. He's only a few years old, he's had all his shots and he's an inside cat – this sickness has been plain weird. Our other cat, Ben, got a cold from out of nowhere and then recovered a few days later. Then Dodge started sneezing and everything went downhill.
The cat peeing on the floor, I understand.
But the dog? Our six-year-old dog who has been housetrained since forever? Suddenly she is using the floor as her own personal toilet. We're having a particularly nasty bug season (black flies and mosquitoes) and Dave thinks Misty doesn't like going outside in the bugs. I think she sees and smells the cat pee and thinks, hey, if that stoopid cat can pee on the floor, so can I.
The good news is, Dodge is feeling TONS better. He's still skinny as a rail but he's moving around, using the litter box, eating and drinking and behaving more like his adorable, happy self.
Dave and I are exhausted, however, from cleaning up after the animals' messy selves. Tonight we thought we had everything spic and span. I was cooling my jets on the couch watching mindless TV when I realized I could still smell pee.
Right then and there we moved all the furniture out of the living room and mopped the floors. Then we decided to try rearranging the furniture. So we moved couches here and there, and pictures there and here, and the heavy entertainment centre here and there and here and back... you get the picture. Remember the Flintstones' episode where Wilma had Fred move the stone couch all over the house? Only to have him put it right back where it started?
Yup. That's what we did. All that huffing and puffing and we put everything back the way we found it.
And so far, everything is good on the smell front.
Our house smells like the Lysol gods shat on it.
If I see one drop of urine, one eensy teensy tiny droplet of pee on the floor tomorrow morning when I wake up, all the animals are getting it.
And I'm not talking about Pampers.