The continuing tales of the incontinent cat: Her Creepiness isn’t really incontinent. She’s losing her faculties. She may have Catseimer’s. With the weather warming up, she likes to make short trips onto the screened porch to sun herself or watch the birds at the feeder. Late Saturday afternoon, my wife brought the cat onto the porch to let her check out the rearrangement of outdoor furniture. The cat dutifully sniffed around, examining the new placement of things, then walked over to a floor mat and peed on it. That’s one for pressure washing on the driveway… Then, last night, she climbed atop of her old scratch pad where she usually gets catnip and peed on the runner beneath it. That’s another for pressure washing on the driveway.
Old cats will enter their litterbox and pee with their tuckus hanging over the side, so we have the litterboxes in a lipped trays to capture the occasional errant pee, but, given that she has two litter boxes in the breakfast nook mere feet away, there’s something misfiring in the gray matter. We’re going to have to get pet barriers to confine her to the breakfast nook (which is her chosen haunt for the majority of each day) and let her out for special occasions (like nestlings in the lap of Cat Mom).