This is not meant to insult or injure any poster, any insults in the story are directed at the subjects, not at anyone on SDMB. Just to be clear I’m not ripping on the OP, as this story is nothing that’s happened in her house and hopefully won’t after reading this!
I’m just going to offer one story regarding litter boxes and the refusal by owners to have them anywhere but the basement.
Two sister cats were adopted to a wonderful couple about 18 years ago. 3 years ago, the two sister cats were returned to the shelter by the asshole bastard shit stain couple, because the cats no longer went down to the basement to do their business. Both cats started pissing and shitting all over the first floor. The woman wouldn’t have it. She refused to put litter boxes on the main floor of the house. (OMG, People might see them!). The husband and son both pleaded to put the cats down rather than take them back to the shelter. The woman called the shelter and would not follow advice to place litter boxes on the first floor. She would not abide that the shelter agreed that they should put the poor cats down rather than return FIFTEEN YEAR OLD CATS to a shelter. It’s a nice shelter, they have great medical care and all, but it’s not a home, and it’s no place for such cats to go and do anything but die.
Money solves all problems, right? The shelter couldn’t turn down an offer of $5,000 to take the cats back. Seriously. The shelter would have taken the cats back anyway, because that’s what they do for any adopted cats, they will always take them back. But when $5,000 was offered, well, right away ma’am.
So the cats came back (as they could have no matter what, anyway). Their vet exams were done, and it turns out one had hyperthyroidism along with severe arthritis in her hips. The other had severe spondylosis in 5 vertebrae.
Of course they wouldn’t go down to the basement to go to the bathroom! They both had such severe arthritis they could barely walk, much less go up and down a whole flight of stairs!
They were given space in a small office, where they had heating pads to curl their arthritic joints up on, some good drugs for the arthritis stiffness and pain, and where the litter pans were just steps away. They were quiet. They were depressed. They were stressed out and contracted illnesses related to the extreme stress cats their age go through when returned to shelters after a decade and a half in a home. Through all that, they never missed the litter pans again. They quickly became favorites of the clinic staff, since they had to be medicated every day, and the adoptions counselors because it was their office where the girls lived. Much to the delight of the shelter, the girls were each re-homed after about a year. None of us can still believe it. That NEVER happens, and don’t take it as verification that what those people did was OK. But at least the girls got back into homes, albeit separately.
My only hope is that the horrible couple become horribly arthritic and have to negotiate the equivalent of climbing a Mayan pyramid just to pee. I’ll laugh my ass off as they shit and piss themselves on their own carpet.