Why am I up when I went to bed at 10:00pm and should be sleeping :zzz: peacefully? Well, my mother called around 12:30am thinking I’d be up (because let’s face it, normally I am), and when I didn’t answer she decided to call both my phone and cell at 2:00am. She thought that I hadn’t answered because I was at the hospital having Alyssa :stork-girl: and was getting ready to call there when I stumbled out of bed to call her back and see what she wanted. :eyeroll:
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Daniel and I have spent the last day and a half going on about how much we missed Mulder. Not having him around was breaking my heart. Damn cat. :irked: I could gleefully kick his big furry ass for being such a wonderful, sweet cat… except when he gets upset about something and decides to pee somewhere. It looks like I’ll have the chance though, because… he’s back!
I called the humane league today and spoke to two staff members for quite a while, discussing ideas and suggestions for curbing his behavior and re-training him to use the litter box exclusively. I’m also going to go to a seminar being held in early October that discusses these kinds of problems. And, I’m going to try and be patient and realize that Mulder is used to me splitting my attention between Daniel and him, and that he’s upset that I’ll have someone else occupying my attention.
I have my baby back. :heart:
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:sigh: Today has just been a blah day. Not having Mulder anymore has been really hard for me. I know it sounds silly, but I was very attached to him. I had him for over four years, and it wasn’t easy to make the decision that I did. :blah: But, I know it was for the best. I wouldn’t be able to handle a spiteful cat and a baby, and all four of us (me for obvious reasons, Mulder because I’d be mad at him, Daniel because I’d be venting at him about it, and Alyssa because she’d sense the stress) would be miserable. But still, it doesn’t make getting over him any easier. :whimper:
Had a little “duh” moment this evening. :dammit: My mother’s mini-van broke down last Thursday (an issue with fuses/censors in the transmission), so I lent her the Buick (she’s had it since Friday). :silvercar: Well, this morning she calls me and tells me that it died when she went to take it out of the development she lives in onto the highway, and she managed to get it over to the side of the highway and parked it. We figured it died because it was out of gas, since when I gave the car to her it only had two gallons of gas in it (meaning she could get about 36 miles out of it). Stupid her ran it around until it was empty… literally. So, this afternoon I brought over a gallon of gas and put it in, figuring she would have enough gas to get to a gas station. Well, it still wouldn’t start. We figured there was something mechanically wrong and called AAA to have it towed to a mechanic. AAA comes out and discovers that it isn’t starting because there isn’t enough gas: since it was ran dry, the gallon I put in wasn’t enough to “reach” the fuel injector line. So, AAA towed it up to a gas station, we put six gallons in, and now it’s as good as new. Way to go Mom! :eyeroll:
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Well, Mulder is now at the humane league. :sigh: I hope he gets a good home.
I don’t know whether to cry or to scream. Mulder is going to the humane league tonight. Now, before some of you go all animal rights activist on me, hear me out:
I have had Mulder since August of 2000. Since he has been about a year old, occassionally, when something “upsets” him, he would urinate outside of the litter box: usually in the bathtub or sink, but also on clothing (last year he dragged out Dan’s clothing from a pile of laundry and peed on it), bedding (my blanket, Daniel’s pillow) and on the floor. Most of the time we could never figure out what would upset him: the most “drastic” change might have been that he didn’t get his canned food that day, or I had to work late and wasn’t home to pay extra attention to him.
For the past seven weeks nothing has changed: I’m not working much, so I’m home most of the time. Mulder (and the other two cats) gets doted on daily: played with, talked to, petted, held, given treats, etc. And of course, his daily “dose” of canned food, the same kind of canned food in the same bowl in the same part of the kitchen at the same time every day. In short: nothing has changed.
Well, tonight I discovered him in the baby’s bedroom. Specifically, in the baby’s playpen. He urinated in it. I just finished scrubbing the pad and rubbing it dry, then sprayed on some odor killing spray that’s specifically made to target pet odors, including urine. As soon as Daniel gets home I’m packing up Mulder along with a letter explaining the above and taking him to the humane league. Hopefully they can find him a home where he’ll not act so spiteful.
:sigh: I’m angry with Mulder, and I’m upset. This has been my cat for four years, and it hurts to get rid of him, but I’m also realizing that it has to be done. I can’t manage a house, take care of a baby and worrying that every time I turn around I’m going to have a cat acting up because he has a spiteful personality.
