awake. Can't sleep. Got up to pee. When I got back into bed, Gavel had peed in the sheets. Fuck. Twice since Tuesday. And I have no washer or dryer. And it's 530 in the am.
I read lots of blogs and posts and vet based articles online about aberrant peeing. I'm still not sure how to fix it. Gavel is my special needs cat. It is a cross I have to bear. He is a great cat sometimes. Like yesterday when I was crying, he sat on my lap, which is very unusual, and just comforted me. He's also a good watch cat. He is alert an hears people approach the house and reacts before I hear them.
But then twice this week, since I had to move him upstairs, he's peed on the bed. I have become more wise and I have double waterproof pads on the mattress.
But normally I have a washer and dryer too. Well I was planning on doing laundry at moms today anyway.
He has also peed on 2 very expensive relax the back zero gravity chairs. I have used a combination of vinegar, baking soda, and soap to get the smell out, but it doesn't work. I can buy replacement leather for the chairs. But the style of the chairs is modern. They would've looked great in the new house. But now they're just taking up space in the garage. NO NEW HOUSE.
Gavel is now on the porch alone. SORTA LIKE JON IS ALONE. although I doubt that. I'm sure he is seeking solace and an easy fuck on any and every trip he goes on. How lucky for him that I arranged a vasectomy six years ago for him.
Meanwhile, I have sheets wet with Cat pee.
Jon did not like the fact that I adopted Gavel or Cooper, I admit 5 cats is too much, they are a lot of work. But I also couldn't let them be. I actually found the owners for Gavel. But after the third time, I stopped calling them and got him neutered myself. Then I tried-- pretty hard--- to find a him a new home. But that didn't work. Then, his family of origin, was arrested in a drug sting. Evidently the DEA had been investigating this guy for five years. So we had this big drug lord living in our neighborhood in Texas. So that is how I got Gavel.
I name him Gavel for several reasons. The first was because his family didn't take care of him despite the fact I found him and returned him to them three times. They had not even had him neutered. But also Jon was in Iraq, and was working with an Iraqi who was a lawyer. Jon respected this man and this man was scheduled to become a judge. So Jon asked me to find a gavel and have it engraved with this man's name on it. So I did. And I sent it to him to jon to give as a gift.
That was 2010. Just last year or maybe earlier this year Jon told me that this "judge" was able to come to the US with his family via asylum.
Cooper came to me in August after Fallon died in April. I tried to ignore him but he came back. I took him to the vet. He was neutered but had FIV. THE SHITTY vet said let him be. (Outside)
But FIV is contagious via cat bites. So the idea is to contain it. I never went back to that vet. Cooper is a wonderful gentle sweet cat.
I'm getting a massage at 9 am. What to do for 2 hours? Finish my now cold coffee. Watch sunrise....not till 727 am.
So glad I had 4 days in a row off. Work with all this shit was killing me.
I have a cavity. I don't know why. I'm a good flosser , I only have one cup of coffee a day and then water. Julie's says it was from previous years abuse. And carries are indolent and grow slowly. Julie is my dentist. We were in the navy and coast guard together. We were both railroaded out of the military by Asshole threatened senior male officers. Both of us were commanders (ltcol). And left at 15 yrs of service because it was so hellish.
Anyway. I need to be writing this in my book. Not a blog.
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