Sunday, August 26, 2007

Cat Pee and Me

My cat Puddles is a tiny little thing, and she's close to 20 years old. If she were a person, she'd use a walker and wear Depends. I wish.

Three years ago, she almost died from renal failure. Her BUN and creatinine levels were crazy off the charts. Everyone, including the vet, scratched their collective heads in wonder - why is this cat still alive? Three years later, no less. She's on a special low protein diet that I can only buy through ONE online pet supply place, and it costs about 10 times more than the most expensive pet food you can buy at the pet store. This cat eats better than people in third world countries.

Puddles no longer uses a scratching post. We have to cut her nails, or they start growing back into her paws - which happened about a year ago. We also have to brush her alot because she doesn't lick herself quite as much as she use to. She throws up some hairballs, but not much. Her breath is horrifying. Sometimes, we have to clean poo off her butt. She rarely leaves our bedroom anymore. Her litterbox, to my HUGE dismay has to be - yup - in our bedroom. Needless to say, we have to change the linens when we least expect it.

Romance is NOT smelling cat poo.

I sweep up pebbles just about every day, mop, and the hub changes the litter several times a week. She pees alot because she drinks alot because her kidneys don't function well. Fortunately, she uses her litter box. Unfortunately, she can't seem to keep her butt down when she's urinating. Cat pee has been dribbling out over the edge of the litter box and onto the rubber drip tray that's under the box. Daily. No, more than daily, sometimes several times a day. This means that the whole area needs to be washed down with enzymatic cleaner and a truckload of paper towels. The good part is the litter is almost dry. No, actually there is no good part about having to clean cat pee all the time. Cat pee is evil. If you have a cat, you know what I'm talking about. If you don't, count yourself lucky.

Although I think we'll all mourn her when she goes to the big ball of yarn in the sky, I find myself fantasizing what it will be like to NOT have a cat. What will it be like to put a white bedspread on the bed, or to not discover cat barf with my bare feet in the middle of the night. Then I feel guilty, because, well, for one, my son is looking over my shoulder while I write this, and he loves the cat, and he made me erase what I really wanted to say.

Suffice to say, I won't mourn the pee.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

If you love your cat, you will put her out of her misery, cuz shes suffering. That's the most horrible story I have ever heard.