I should probably give you fair warning that what you are about to read is a heartfelt rant. For those of you that are friends with us on Facebook, you probably already know we’ve been having some issues with our youngest cat Bloopie. He’s been frequently urinating outside of the litter box. We took him to the vet this past weekend and found out he has a Urinary Tract Infection. Before taking him to the vet we’d gotten lucky. The majority of the stuff Bloopie had peed on was able to be washed or thrown away. Unfortunately though, and this is the part I have trouble understanding, after seeing the vet and beginning his antibiotics he’s been peeing out of the litter box a LOT more.

Look at him. Acting all innocent. Fucker.

Monday was the start of all the real cat peeing fun. We’ve been feeding Bloop separately since his condition now requires that he eat special UT Health food.  PsychoVandal brought him into our bedroom and tried to feed him on our bed. Our thinking was that he wouldn’t pee where he ate or slept, and that he would feel comfortable there. WRONG! As I lay quietly on the bed using the laptop and waiting for Bloopie to come eat, he sneakily jumped on the bed, peed on it and then went back to sitting in front of the door. It wasn’t until I rolled over into the puddle that I realized what had happened. We cleaned the mattress with our favorite detergent KIDS ‘N’ PETS (no really, this shit is fucking amazing. If you have kids or pets I highly recommend it.) Sadly though, Psycho was up till 3 am washing our comforter and sheets.

I'm not kidding. We love this stuff and excitedly ordered a 6 pack.

We expected Tuesday to be better. Our bed smelled nice and clean with fresh new sheets and it was day four for Bloop’s antibiotics. Surely he’d be feeling better by now. I know I always do after a few days of antibiotics. Apparently cats are different. Psycho walked into our bedroom that evening to catch Bloopie in the act of peeing on our bed again. Yay!

Can you tell how tired he is of cleaning up cat pee?

Wednesday we were safe. At least I can’t remember finding any pee spots that day. That in and of itself worries me.

At around 2:30 in the morning on Thursday I heard my son yell. He does that in his sleep sometimes so I didn’t make too much of it. Especially since were all still awake. Psycho was playing Halo, I was reading a book and Xx InStyle76 xX was on the computer following all the Endeavour commotion. It was shortly after the sonic boom that my son came groggily down the hallway. The right side of his head was all wet. “What happened?” I said. “Bloopie peed on my pillow while I was sleeping on it.” he responded. You can laugh now. I know I did. I’m actually rather surprised he didn’t catch a fit and start yelling “IT’S NOT FUNNY MOM!” Luckily he didn’t. He took a shower, we washed the pillow and then we all went to sleep.

Cleaning up after Bloop hasn’t been the only problem. I’m not sure if it’s been his discomfort or what, but he doesn’t stop meowing at night. It’s gotten really bad. Neither PsychoVandal nor I have been able to get a good night’s sleep. If he isn’t meowing at our door he’s up on his hind legs, knocking with his front paws. I’m not even kidding you, it literally sounds like someone’s knocking.

I woke up today cause he wouldn’t stop meowing. I thought maybe if I picked him up and put him in the cat litter I could help reinforce that that’s where he needed to go. He must know he’s on our shit list for peeing on everything since he won’t let us get close enough to grab him anymore. We’ve been keeping him locked out of the bedrooms so I decided to poke around the house to make sure he hadn’t peed anywhere else. I wish I could have prepared myself for what I was about to find. From the looks of it he had peed several times in a cardboard box. A box filled with nothing but achievements and mementos; Certificates from when my son earned his orange and green belt in Karate, clippings of newspapers and magazines we appeared in because of the wedding. It’s always been a habit of ours to pick up at least 3 of anything we appeared in, you know, just in case. Just in case one copy gets lost. Just in case one copy gets destroyed. Unfortunately the extra copies did us no good since they were all in the same spot. Bloopie pissed on all of them. Memories from our wedding are extremely precious to us, as are my son’s achievements. Can any of this stuff be replaced? I’m praying to the guardians and hoping it can be.

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