I may have to get that kitty pheromone stuff that Maureen recommended. We had a cat peeing incident last night. Or this morning. This was not an accident. This was revenge. It was in MY FLUFFY SOCK.
The irony in all of this?
Isn't SH the sexiest?
I am not the one who did the thing that caused the peeing. So why my sock?
We think the reason that SOMEONE peed in the sock was because SH put SOMEONE out of the bedroom this morning at 5:00 a.m. to keep SOMEONE from waking us up at 6:30 a.m.
Our theory: We let the cats sleep with us. They are good most of the night, but once it's light, they want to be out. So to prevent their knocking the blinds out of the way to get into the window, or scratching at the door, or climbing on the dresser and knocking over photos, or crying to be fed because they are starving, or whatever they do because they are AWAKE and BORED, we put them in the basement when one of us -- usually SH -- gets up for the 5:00 a.m. constitutional.
This seemed to work just fine for most of the summer, but Laverne does not like to be in the basement. She wants to be with us. So for the past month or so, the routine has been to throw Shirley down the stairs and then chase Laverne around the bedroom, into the kitchen and around the island until she is trapped by the table and surrenders with a pathetic sigh and defeated look, which is when we grab her and toss her into prison.
Laverne trying to get out of the basement.
Maybe today she decided she just wasn't going to take it anymore, darnit. Maybe today she thought, "It's STILL DARK. I'm MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS! I'm NOT BOTHERING ANYBODY! Can't a cat SLEEP IN PEACE?" And then she thought, "I'll show them. I'll PEE IN THE FLUFFY SOCK. HA!"