We recently had a problem with the cats peeing in the apartment. I thought the problem was solved (after the pouring of much cleaner and the spraying of much Feliway)
Mom claims otherwise- she says she smells cat pee when I can’t smell it (I really don’t think her nose is more sensitive than mine, though it might be.) I suppose I might just be more acclimated to it than she is, I’m in the apartment more, but you’d think I’d smell it when I first get home from school, and I don’t, I just don’t smell it.
She also says she has found fresh pee in areas where I have sprayed. I call bullshit. I check these areas almost daily, and even give them a good spraying periodicaly (occasionally I do get a whiff of old urine- it got soaked in pretty deep) But I haven’t found any wet spots. Mom says she just found one, but it was in an area where I had just spot-sprayed pretty heavily, so I think the wet spot was where I had just sprayed the day before that hadn’t dried yet (the container recommends not blotting it up if there is an ongoing pee problem, and I just leave it wet as a precaution.)
I can’t stand the thought of giving up the cats. I love them. I have no real friends, so my cats are just about my only source of emotional support. I truly think I’d be lost without them. I’m crying as I’m typing this.
The thought of no Conan pestering me for kitty supper, or sleeping on my feet, no Schrodinger meowing at me from the kitchen table for attention, or rolling over on his back for a tummy rub, no fuzzy little faces to greet me from the balcony when I come home.
I have no job and no income right now, so moving out and taking the cats is not an option.
My heart is breaking.
I can’t do it.
I need my cats.