Well, I thought the cats were all doing fairly well with the dog, but then last night I went upstairs and found someone had peed on the bed in the guest bedroom.
Granted, we did just move our old mattress up there on Tuesday since we bought a new mattress for our bed, so maybe someone was protesting “their” mattress being moved upstairs. Or maybe whoever did it didn’t like the fake down comforter I put on the bed (it’s one we rarely use). I’ll admit the timing of a bed showing up and cat pee appearing on it seems like it could be related, but I can’t rule out the possibility of someone finally figuring out a way to express displeasure at the beast that has now been living in our home for two and a half weeks.
Finding the culprit, however, is going to be difficult. I can rule out King Boo because he has never peed anywhere he wasn’t supposed to. And while he’s pretty cranked up about the dog, he’s not scared of her and she does not keep him from going anywhere in the house he doesn’t want to. It’s the other way around, really. Plus, he very rarely goes upstairs. He’s always sitting near me or near the dog (and the dog isn’t allowed upstairs).
So that leaves Gordo and BK. They both spend time in the guest room, and both of them were upstairs shortly before I stumbled upon the scene of the crime.
Gordo has a history of peeing on the bed when he’s upset by a new pet; that’s what he did when we got King Boo five years ago. He didn’t like King Boo’s kitten tendencies to jump on him, so he moved himself upstairs and refused to come down. Even to use the cat box. We put him on kitty Prozac and moved a litter box upstairs and he quit peeing on the bed, and then after a year he came back downstairs and now he and King Boo are BFFs.
But Gordo seems to be handling the dog thing really well. He doesn’t try to kick her ass like King Boo does; he just hangs out on the couch like normal and swats at her if she gets too close. The first week we had Stella she would chase Gordo when she came back inside from playing in the yard, but Gordo learned the sound of the door opening and started making himself scarce when she’d come in, so he hasn’t been chased in a while. He’s also started smacking Stella on the nose when she gets too close, and I guess her experience with King Boo has taught her to heed that warning because she immediately backs off.
Gordo is acting totally normal: Eating normally, using the litter box normally, laying in his normal spot on the couch and sleeping in his normal spot in the bed (spooning with me). If it weren’t for his past behavior, he wouldn’t be a suspect.
BK, on the other hand, is visibly stressed out by the dog. She still avoids her by staying up in her cat tree while she’s out of her crate, but she’s not quite as quick to come down when Stella gets put back in it as she was at first. She is eating and using her litter box, but she looks and acts nervous the entire time she’s out of her cat tree. She also hasn’t been sleeping in our bed at night since we got the new mattress, which makes me think she might not like the way it feels (squishier than the old one, since it’s memory gel) and is peeing on the old one in some sort of ill-planned protest.
However, she’s never peed on the bed before when she’s been stressed out. She has peed on a bean bag chair and plastic bags left on the floor before, but never on the bed. In fact, when she was a kitten, one time the bathroom door got closed, separating her from her litter box. Instead of peeing on the floor, she got in the bathtub and peed right over the drain. So if she’s the one who peed the bed, this is a new thing for her.
Regardless, the guest bedroom is now off limits. I had been leaving it open so the cats would have a refuge from the dog if they needed it, but now they’re going to have to make do with only having the guest bathroom to hang out in upstairs. I’ve ordered a couple Feliway diffuser refills, which have helped in the past. We used them when Gordo was freaking out when we got King Boo, and again when we first moved to Chattanooga to help BK cope with being in the apartment.
Whoever it is, I hope they work their shit out soon. Or at least make it obvious which one is the bed-pisser so I can get them on some Prozac immediately. At least we learned our lesson in the past and use a mattress pad so the only inconvenience is doing laundry, not trying to remove a smell from the mattress.