The Kitty does not have urinary tract troubles, sez the Vet.
The Kitty has a clean litterbox, with acres and acres of rich, litter-y goodness in which to do the Kitty’s business.
The Kitty is friendly, affectionate, and has been living here for years, was in fact raised from kittenhood here, and has had no threats to her supreme dominance that I, as a mere human, can perceive.
The Kitty has apparently decided that the litterbox is too low-brow for her tastes. She does not befoul the couch with Kitty Roca, but when the urge strikes, she relieves herself upon it with a stinky, impossible-to-ever-remove, surgical strike of liquid yellow evil. Furthermore, she knows she is not supposed to do this – or, alternatively, is incredible bashful about performing in front of us – as she does not do it when someone is awake. It’s only when we’re gone or asleep at night that Kitty releases the iron control she’s held on her bladder all day long (or so it seems).
So what. THE HELL. Gives? I’m at my wits end. We’ve got a relatively new couch sitting in the garage, just waiting to be moved in, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her anoint the new furniture like she has the current generation. I’m getting tired of changing slipcovers every other day (or more often); I’m rapidly approaching the point where I’m going to conceal mousetraps under the cover just as a deterrent. I’ll probably forget I’ve done it, too, which means I’ll be looking for a cat to strangle while nursing a sore butt myself. sigh
Dopers, have any of you dealt with this? Is there a KittyCork™ on the market I can use? That stupid pet deterrent spray you can buy at the store didn’t do squat, and stunk very much bad itself anyway, so it’s kinda pointless.
Help! My couch is drowning in a river of kitty pee!