It’s been a hot minute since I’ve said anything about the cats. So, here we are.
As I type, Maggie is passed out beside me, snoring. Her brother is curled up in a Chewy box by the TV. A sweet, beautiful, serene moment.
However, I left out the sheets of plastic drop cloths in their beds, boxes, and on our couches and chairs – the sleepless nights spent up, waiting to hear if Maggie uses the litter box, or if she decides to wiz on one of our pieces of not-so-fine-but-okay-enough furniture.
This has been going on for over three months, now. On New Year’s Eve., accompanied with the demise of my new Apple Watch, Maggie decided to relieve herself on my big, comfy, blue chair, where I spend most of my waking hours when working from home.
Happy New Year.
Destroyed. Sopping wet – with urine and my tears. We were able to wash the cover, but the next day, ventured out for a new cushion. For, yes, the back of the seat and the actual seat.
That night – she again let it go. And no, not like Elsa.
Multiple instances later, trips to the vet, countless hours spent on research, many money dollars wasted on miracle products that will 100% work after just one use, my mother figured out this manipulative nine-pound monster took bribes to use the litter box.
Use the box, she gets five treats lined up in front of her like specialty sushi.
Of course, now Billy requests treats each time his sister uses the litter box as well. Did I mention he’s about 10 pounds heavier than Maggie?
It’s not over yet.
I won’t say how long it’s been since Maggie has gone where no cat – or being, that is – should “go.”
But we’re starting to feel a little less stress.
Maybe she’s over it. Maybe she’s okay for now with the number of treats she’s receiving per day.
I have a feeling, though, she will soon increase her daily treat quota and strike again.
Only time will tell.
But seriously – if anyone has recommendations, please leave them in the comments.