On October 12 something bad happened. Well actually before then lots of bad things happened, but on that day I had enough and had to do something about it.
My orange cat ( that I loved very much ) decided to test my patience for the last time. For about 2 months prior to this he decided to stop using his litterbox and use the 3rd floor of the house plus the guest bedroom as his personal grounds for making mre-mre. ( When ever I look at a litter box I always think of Tailchaser )
I took him ( and yes, turns out that Auggie WAS a he and not a she ) to the vet and it was not a bladder or any other health problem but was behavorial. You see Auggie has done this in the past but usually it was because of some change in the home of some sort. Well earlier this year we introduced a new cat: I can't decide on his name, it changes from Breeny to Fatty to Cloude. Anyway I'm pretty sure this had to do with having two males in the house and Fatty ambushing Auggie while going poo that made him start using the rest of the house for his terd droppings.
Anyway long story short. The day Auggie broke the last straw was when he decided (after being locked in his own personal room) for two days with everything he would need including petting. He refused to use his own personal box, and went straight upstairs and pissed in the corner >
My orange cat ( that I loved very much ) decided to test my patience for the last time. For about 2 months prior to this he decided to stop using his litterbox and use the 3rd floor of the house plus the guest bedroom as his personal grounds for making mre-mre. ( When ever I look at a litter box I always think of Tailchaser )
I took him ( and yes, turns out that Auggie WAS a he and not a she ) to the vet and it was not a bladder or any other health problem but was behavorial. You see Auggie has done this in the past but usually it was because of some change in the home of some sort. Well earlier this year we introduced a new cat: I can't decide on his name, it changes from Breeny to Fatty to Cloude. Anyway I'm pretty sure this had to do with having two males in the house and Fatty ambushing Auggie while going poo that made him start using the rest of the house for his terd droppings.
Anyway long story short. The day Auggie broke the last straw was when he decided (after being locked in his own personal room) for two days with everything he would need including petting. He refused to use his own personal box, and went straight upstairs and pissed in the corner >
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