We’ve always had trouble with this damn cat (which we inherited from my wife’s daughter after she married a man who’s allergic to cats). First of all, he’s never buried his stuff- he’s always left it steaming and stinking on top of the litter. And he has an annoying habit of sitting in the middle of the pan with his butt hanging off the edge which means his pan has to sit in the center of a five-foot wide mess control zone. And then when he developed diabetes it was accompanied by diarrhea, which can be controlled by pills- provided he doesn’t spit them out after we think he’s swallowed them.
But however wearily, this could all be coped with by the mess control routine I’d devised. But now, he’s finally crossed the line; he’s decided he doesn’t need to go in his pan anymore when he can just go on the rug. The first time was chalked up to an “accident”. Then when it happened again we though maybe it was that he was getting too old to take the stairs to the basement (he does limp along rather slowly these days). So we moved his [del]pan[/del] contamination zone to an unused back room. It seemed to be working. But now he’s dumped a big smelly goopy pile on the living room rug.
Which I stepped in.
I have just about had enough.