Uuuurgh.
Welcome home, indeed. Today, I cleaned up Olive pee twice, got peed on once, almost got run over, broke my shoe, and had an order returned to me with its contents stolen.
Dear assholes in Pikesville: when you have a goddamn stop sign and I have a crosswalk, that means you fucking stop. It does not mean you PROCEED when I am halfway across the street, and then give me dirty looks, you fucking assholes.
Dear Olive: I know you can't help it. I know it. But it is time for diapers, sweetheart. And you are going to have to get used to baths. We swear we are not trying to kill you.
Sigh. I just don't know what else to do. Her accidents have become a daily occurrence, even with us helping her in the litterbox several times a day. She can't seem to hold it at all anymore-- her bladder control is just totally going as the muscles deteriorate. She's still pooing pretty regularly, though, especially when we add canned pumpkin to her food. She doesn't seem to like the taste, though, so we might switch to a powdered fiber supplement instead.
Thankfully, it's just pee accidents. But the minute we get her into a bath, she's so worked up, she pees again, and usually poos, too. Wailing pitifully the whole time. My heart breaks for her, but I just don't know what to do. She's a happy cat, otherwise in no distress. She's alert, aware, interested, and affectionate. I don't know if there's another option other than diapers, and we're not going to consider putting her down until she tells us she's ready to go. She's our family member, our loved one, and our commitment. Thankfully, I don't see that happening anytime soon, knock on wood.
I just don't know how to keep her from getting so stressed out when we are going to have to make baths a daily thing. Seeing her so upset freaks me out. And I am really, really tired of getting peed on.
ETA: It's 2:30 am. I have food poisoning. GOD, HOW HAVE I OFFENDED THEE?
Dear assholes in Pikesville: when you have a goddamn stop sign and I have a crosswalk, that means you fucking stop. It does not mean you PROCEED when I am halfway across the street, and then give me dirty looks, you fucking assholes.
Dear Olive: I know you can't help it. I know it. But it is time for diapers, sweetheart. And you are going to have to get used to baths. We swear we are not trying to kill you.
Sigh. I just don't know what else to do. Her accidents have become a daily occurrence, even with us helping her in the litterbox several times a day. She can't seem to hold it at all anymore-- her bladder control is just totally going as the muscles deteriorate. She's still pooing pretty regularly, though, especially when we add canned pumpkin to her food. She doesn't seem to like the taste, though, so we might switch to a powdered fiber supplement instead.
Thankfully, it's just pee accidents. But the minute we get her into a bath, she's so worked up, she pees again, and usually poos, too. Wailing pitifully the whole time. My heart breaks for her, but I just don't know what to do. She's a happy cat, otherwise in no distress. She's alert, aware, interested, and affectionate. I don't know if there's another option other than diapers, and we're not going to consider putting her down until she tells us she's ready to go. She's our family member, our loved one, and our commitment. Thankfully, I don't see that happening anytime soon, knock on wood.
I just don't know how to keep her from getting so stressed out when we are going to have to make baths a daily thing. Seeing her so upset freaks me out. And I am really, really tired of getting peed on.
ETA: It's 2:30 am. I have food poisoning. GOD, HOW HAVE I OFFENDED THEE?