And poor me! Butch has been using my lovely new mattress and thick, fancy memory foam topper as a pissoir! How many times he did it I'll never know, but woo-wee! P. U.!!! I used almost three full bottles of Febreze trying to make them new-smelling again. Thankfully, I'm almost there. But I kept the doors to other rooms closed yesterday and didn't allow them in at night in case they were planning on peeing again… on me!
It was sooo hard to sleep without them, and my heart almost broke when I went to bed with Butchie and his handsome, fluffy self dolefully watching me out of his undamaged eye (the kittyract is back, and it's bigger than ever. Btw, the vet who checked out his leg in Maine was very impressed with his thick coat and very good teeth for an old guy; no broken bones, arthritis, or cancer either. And they were also fascinated with his star-shaped cataract. I guess you never know what will interest a vet.) And I felt worse when I got up this morning to find him in the exact same spot.
Anyway, although my babies are now 12, they are so sprightly and lively that it's hard for me to think they could be very close to the end. I have been preparing myself for this since they were kittens, but I hate to see an uncomfortable animal. Hopefully it is just an infection, not renal failure. So I'm taking him to the vet this afternoon to find out. I'll keep you posted.