So yesterday my cat decided to relieve himself on our bed. Right next to my pajamas. It really is hard not to take this as a big giant "FU". Sigh. I think I get it - he's probably jealous of the Little Diva. It used to be just me and him - him and I? Then Mr. Kitty came along, then Mr. Hubby (Mr. Hubby bought him but didn't live in the same city as us in the beginning!) and then the little Diva. He is not a fan of change so any little disruption to our routine and the poor guy is thrown for a loop. What I've learned is that toddlers come with LOTS of disruptions. Perhaps the terrible two's are the "terrifying two's" to him? Who knows.
We have spent the last 4 or 5 months TRYING to figure out what on earth is upsetting him. We have switched the litter, moved the litter box, tried different food, used rescue remedy, been to the vet twice, tried letting him out in the back yard more, gave him more attention and brushed him more. Nothing seems to be working.
He ended yesterday by rushing up the stairs and pooping all over the place. It's got to the point where we cant keep pretending it's getting better because it isn't. We have posted photo's of him and are asking everyone we know if they or someone they know are able to provide him a home. The shelters here are all full and don't even answer their phones/respond to voice mail requests for information and help.
My sister in South Africa has said she would take our little "pooper". We are looking into what that would entail in the event that we can't find him a home in the next few days. Who knows maybe the freedom to come and go as he pleases in SA will suit him better? Will he be more traumatized? Will he survive the stress of the flight? If we at least send him somewhere where he has a chance to be happy and loved and love right back then surely we are doing the right thing?
At least I hope we are...
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