Mostly About Cleaning Up Pee...
I had a lot of thoughts and interesting things tonight to say, but Spooky Teen and I just spent an hour cleaning Magic's room together, and that seems to me to be enough for any girl after a day of work.
Magic, like many Early Generation Bengals, pees. And not only in the litter box. He has been going to town for a while now, and despite cleaning it up daily, his room smelled, the kind of not nice smell that permeates the next room, and gets animal control over to ask what sort of deplorable conditions you have been keeping this poor innocent (heh) Kitty in.
Seems he'd managed to get the futon despite the waterproof cover, AND had been using his Ottoman, under the blanket AND beside his litterboxes so the pee went UNDER the boxes. And the two pillows. Oh, and he pulled down his curtain with all the vines and peed THAT for good measure.
Anti-icky-poo is your friend. (Real product here, people, Google it.)
The Futon is gone, replaced by plastic on the floor and another HUGE plastic bin for litter. All the plastic bits have been cleaned, all the boxes, under the boxes, all the carpets. And the ottoman, which may yet have to go.
I sprayed everywhere with Feliway spray, and put in a new diffuser. (Again, Google it, it mimics the pheromones of a Happy Cat)
This is getting close to being an entire blog about cat pee, sadly. Haven't even mentioned yet how cool it was to have Elyse Marshall from Harpers out for a couple days, and cooking with her, woods walking, visiting Bengals...Lear ate from her hand!
Speaking of which...
Lear has decided that Spooky Teen is not entirely evil, since she comes every other week, and hasn't killed him yet, and she brings bits of steak, which Lear, who can be bought, is into. This is her doing the "I extend my finger while not staring to show you I am no threat" maneuver.
Queen Mab seems even more ok with Spooky Teen, and tonight deigned to have her chin scratched! This is huge.
I think they might be settling in. I don't know if they will ever be OK, and I don't think strangers will ever get close, But if they can have something like a normal cat life, I will be happy.
Magic? Well, we'll have to see. He'll never be a pet. (No, no rant tonight on irresponsible breeders for send F1's to homes that have no CLUE.) But he's not going anywhere.
If we have to clean up pee.
We clean up pee.
Love and Pee,