Words. Escape. Me.
But we all know I’ll get over it.
Rude the Dog, himself, is adjusting quite nicely. He’s not perfect, but he’s not bad and he’s not destructive. He is also, it seems, on the bright side of the canine spectrum (which is not to be confused with the terribly obedient side of the canine spectrum). The lingering problem is his relationship with the cats, their relationship with him, and the continuing fallout.
Which is falling out all over my white living room carpet.
See, Rude the Dog thinks the cats are chase toys. The verdict is out on whether or not he thinks they are also chew toys, since he’s not really ever caught one yet. He terrorizes the cats. He wants to chase them and bark at them and make jolly sport out of it all over my house.
The cats are not amused. At all. They hiss and spit and have actually left claws in his nose.
Additionally, the male cat has shared is disdain for the situation in no uncertain terms by marking the living room. Lovely. After a while of just spraying here and there, he apparently decided, “What the hey,” and began using the living room as his own personal liter box.
What is wrong with my cat?????
I have been scrubbing and spraying and scrubbing that carpet so much that . . . that . . . words. escape. me.
While we were gone over the weekend the cat, once again, decided, “What the hey,” and apparently used the living room exclusively while we were not home. He hadn’t gone in there at all (let alone gone in there) in weeks. But you know what they say, “When the people are away, the cats like to pee.” Or something like that.
I am furious.
I am beyond grossed out.
The holidays are upon us. The auto industry is tanking. Our bread and butter (and the extra jam) all come from the auto industry. This is just not the time I want to be putting money out on new flooring and ripping my house apart. No, this is the time I want to be decorating my house, and stuffing money under my mattress, and buying wheat and freeze dried produce by the ton.
But this stain won’t come out even slightly. My entire living room smells like chemicals and carpet soap with an ever-so-slight undertone of cat urine.
So the carpet comes up this weekend. I’ll do some painting in there as well. The hardwood flooring should be here next week.
Merry Christmas to me. Right. I should be excited about getting hardwood flooring in at least one room of my house, so I’m sounding all ungrateful here. But the timing just sucks.
So now I have two questions for my amazing readers:
1. What do I do about the damn cats? How do I get them/him (I’m really not sure, but I’m blaming the male because it seems to be the thing to do) to stop going to the bathroom in the living room? Will getting rid of the carpet and putting in hardwood be enough? They are older cats. Twelve and eleven. So the idea of finding them a nice, new home probably wouldn’t work. Plus? I’ve always been kind of dedicated to family members, and pets are family members. I don’t want to teach my children that living creatures are things we take in and get rid of on a whim. Even if that whim involves copious amounts of whiz.
2. What do you all know about bamboo flooring? Any tips or tricks for installation and/or maintenance?
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is off to bang his head into a wall. Preferably the wall between the living room and family room since we might be taking that out in this whole process anyway. Grrrrr. Didn’t know newts could growl, did’ja?