Snafu's antics are pretty well documented and raved about here at Cat of Nine Tales, but what we don't talk about much is his....inappropriate urination. I just had to use that phrase once, but we all know we are talking about a peer. Our dearly departed Moseley was a peer and since I've returned to work, Snafu has become one too. He does not get along well with the other cats and his fear and anxiety prompts him to spray his cry for dominance all over our house. After our useless attempts to repel, dissuade, avert and medicate him, he is totally banned from the bedroom.
We even put blue plastic sheets over our bed to prevent the pee from soaking in. Of course he just stopped peeing on the bed and seemed to go double time under it along the wall and under my bureau (see it in the background of this photo) where BJ loved to hide.
So, no more bedroom...to put him outside in the cat enclosure, which requires crossing through the bedroom, he gets "air-lifted" in and out.
We've been dealing with Snafu's habit for about a year now and he joins Nick who is also a peer, albeit far less often than Snafu. Nick feels compelled to mark and defend his territory and generally gets upset when the neighbor's cat comes calling. But, one pee begets another so the both of them are treated equally.
We have committed to supervising Snafu at least 80% of the time he is out of his room. Oh, yeah, remember the music room we converted from Moseley's room after his passing?
It's now Snafu and Nick's room.
We can't watch them when we are gone to work and overnight so they go into their room.
Nick is good natured about it, and even asks to go in his room, but he does have to put up with Snafu roughing him up on occasion. Even though Nick is nearly 15 lbs and Snafu is just over 8 lbs, I find tufts of white fur on the floor some mornings.
They have several beds and hidey crates, a two level cat tree, two litter boxes, two feeders, one fountain with spring water, a bowl of tap water and a large window for viewing and fresh air. They also have a toybox for knocking over and their very own Feliway dispenser.
When we come home from work, we let them out.