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I love animals. The first time I saw John Carpenter's The Thing (I would have been six or seven at the time) I remember crying, not because the people were being eaten... because the Husky puppies died.
Therefore, when I found out that a friend's new cat was about to be returned to the pound for the fifth time due to excessive house soiling (in other words, he poops in bad places) and would be put down due to Shelter policy, I had to step in. It's not Frodo's fault. We believe he had a bad neuter and one or both of his whoo-has (the technical term, I believe) is/are intact and inside, therefore he has problems figuring out he has to use the facilities until it's almost too late to find the box. Plus, his declawing was botched and he has very sensitive front paws.
All this adds up to a cat that is likely to look for what he considers to be a viable alternative to a not fresh litter box. Which, in a household that already contains two other cats and two ferrets is not easy to find.
In other words, Frodo has been using my clean laundry pile and my bed as an alternate restroom. And I can't even yell at him because it's technically not his fault.
However, in the week and a half that I've been housing him, he has left me no less than five surprises and either he or Loki have been marking territory around the house.
Frodo has got to go. I've been promised that Frodo will be out of the house by Tuesday night. Please, let that happen.
I have an appointment with the Army people in the morning. I don't even want to think about the nightmare that is going to be.
One last thing, some of you may have seen this.
Therefore, when I found out that a friend's new cat was about to be returned to the pound for the fifth time due to excessive house soiling (in other words, he poops in bad places) and would be put down due to Shelter policy, I had to step in. It's not Frodo's fault. We believe he had a bad neuter and one or both of his whoo-has (the technical term, I believe) is/are intact and inside, therefore he has problems figuring out he has to use the facilities until it's almost too late to find the box. Plus, his declawing was botched and he has very sensitive front paws.
All this adds up to a cat that is likely to look for what he considers to be a viable alternative to a not fresh litter box. Which, in a household that already contains two other cats and two ferrets is not easy to find.
In other words, Frodo has been using my clean laundry pile and my bed as an alternate restroom. And I can't even yell at him because it's technically not his fault.
However, in the week and a half that I've been housing him, he has left me no less than five surprises and either he or Loki have been marking territory around the house.
Frodo has got to go. I've been promised that Frodo will be out of the house by Tuesday night. Please, let that happen.
I have an appointment with the Army people in the morning. I don't even want to think about the nightmare that is going to be.
One last thing, some of you may have seen this.
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