Ew...

A few months back I got another cat. I had originally gotten Ebby for Lauren because of her obsession with cats, but Ebby won't let the girls within 10 feet of her so I thought I'd get another. That one ended up having severe Asthma so I gave her back to the lady that gave her to me not wanting to give her meds for the rest of her life and risk having her having an asthma attack in front of the kids and killing over. However, had I known what a pain in the bum would have stemmed from that I wouldn't have gotten her in the first place.

The shock of another cat being here made Ebby pee in the kids' tub. Who knows why. I don't know if the other cat used her litter box and she wouldn't, but it took me a month to break her of the habit and I hadn't had a problem since. Then last week I went downstairs and found cat poo in the living room and the playroom. There is absolutely NOTHING more foul than animal waste and it bothers me so bad. I feel like I can't clean it out and my house is forever contaminated. I'd burn the house if I could. BUT the bigger problem was that I love this cat but I wasn't going to keep an animal that was going to ruin my carpets. I cleaned it up, and then I shut all the doors to the two storage rooms, utility rooms, and the bathroom so that at least if she did it again I could contain the area that I knew was dirty and what wasn't.

Today we went downstairs and the basement smelled HORRIBLE. Just Awful. I was so upset because I couldn't find the soure and frustrated that my basement is getting ruined. I cleaned up all the kids toys and the toy room so that I could call the carpet cleaner in the morning and have the basement carpets cleaned. I was more so bothered that I am torn with what to do with Ebby.

I go into the storeroom to get something out of the freezer and as soon as I opened the door the smell about knocked me over. There was cat poo and urine EVERYWHERE. I am completely over the situation and just screamed, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! How did she get in here? Has anyone opened this door?!" Jim came to find out what I was hollering about and chuckled and said, "Bet you'll find a dead cat in here." Sure enough...Ebby was wrongly accused. I'd been having problems with this particular cat getting into my house before. One night in the middle of the night I heard this strange noise, couldn't wake Jim up and went to investigate...found it and grabbed it to put it out and it attacked me. Freaked me out. The kids are in and out so much during the day that its no mystery how it got back in, but I apparently locked it in my store room when I was trying to keep Ebby out and it died of dehydration.

So, if any of my fellow blog readers in my neighborhood lost a cat....my deepest condolences.