Oh, quit your moaning and just do this – we have to follow like sheep, where others have dared to tread first.
So, I’m looking for some advice. I need someone who understands / knows cats quite well. Although we had a cat the whole time I was growing up I never actually experienced what I’m going through right now so I’m unsure of what to do.
Tabatha is a very picky cat. She’s the proud owner of two litter trays and happily uses them, much to our delight. The only time she won’t use one is when she’s already soiled it, even if she’s only had a trickle, and then she’ll use another particular spot [always the same place, not a biggy] or stick her bum out of the litter tray – not with peeing though, just with pooing. This is why we have two, and generally this is enough to stop her soiling elsewhere. She’s also always been very regular. One poo and about three peeing sessions per day.
Until yesterday. Yesterday Miss Tabatha excelled herself. In the past twenty-four hours she’s had about fifteen peeing sessions and three pooing ones. I’ve been constantly changing her litter tray for her because it’s easier than having to clean up elsewhere. Thank God I’m not at work this week – *shudders at the thought of stinking wee all over the house*. Before I went to bed last night I made sure she had three litter trays and she still had to do her poo elsewhere because she pee’d in all three during the course of the night. I was only in bed for six hours!
I wondered if she had a bladder infection but everything on the Net claims that if she did she wouldn’t be using her litter tray as she would be associating it with pain. She seems happy enough: she’s still washing, wanting affection, eating, purring,
[hey cat! are you drilling?]
drinking. I haven’t changed her litter or her food to new brands and she only drinks water, of which she has plenty.
I let her out earlier. Ten minutes later she came running back inside in a desperate rush to get to the litter tray. Practically half of my garden is gravel [ease of care, see, for those lazy non-green fingered gardeners like me] – it’s one giant bloody litter tray! See [and see also the dirtiness of my dirty bedroom window] …
I don’t know how worried I should be. As it came on so suddenly is it likely that it will clear up, of its own accord, just as suddenly? How long should I wait before I take her to see the Vet [which she’ll hate because the only game she’ll play with other people is Hide & Please Don’t Seek Me, until they go away and leave her alone and she can jump happily into my lap again]?
Oh yeh, Valentine says Happy!
As did The Blokey [but not the miserable chap who delivered them] …
Is it unlucky to receive thirteen roses in a dozen?
please God bless my peeing cat xxx Elsabeth