The details of what PoorPuss did and when he did it have already blurred in my mind, so I shall regale you instead with the highlights, happening in an unspecified order over the past few days...
... PoorPuss diligently dug at the carpet, until he'd lifted it from the edges, so he could pee on the floorboards and then let the carpet cover it over again.
... I woke somewhat earlier than usual, when LittleBear trotted to the bathroom at 6:30. Working on the principle that PoorPuss is panic-weeing when he hears us moving around but can't find us, I scampered downstairs and found a contented cat on the sofa. I stroked him and turned the light on and, feeling dangerously smug that we were getting somewhere, I returned to bed. Imagine my delight half and hour later to find both wee and poo on the carpet behind the door.
... BigBear worked from home one day. PoorPuss is generally quite content when he has one of his people in the house, and he did indeed spend most of the morning snoozing by the radiator in BigBear's study (formerly known as the spare bedroom). In the afternoon, however, he became agitated, and prowled the house. BigBear heard him yowling in the vicinity of the Doorway of Doom, so headed downstairs to reassure him. PoorPuss was duly reassured. BigBear returned to his desk. PoorPuss returned to his yowling. BigBear returned to PoorPuss. PoorPuss had wet the carpet.
... Mild weather and extreme vexation led us to leave PoorPuss (with bed, food, etc) in the building site. He was fine. The carpet was fine.
... Cold weather led us to take pity on PoorPuss, and not shut him in the building site. BigBear decided to try sleeping on the sofa with PoorPuss to keep him calm. This lasted about half an hour, before BigBear couldn't take the combination of being stared at from close range, and having his feet attacked. The following morning, all was relatively well, until I heard the sound of carpet being scratched, but didn't get downstairs in time, finding only fresh cat wee dripping down the skirting board and soaking through the carpet.
... Yesterday, I spent some time carefully cutting to size an old PVC tablecloth to size, so it wraps under the edges of the carpet, and extends into the room far enough to disappear under the furniture. The carpet and the tablecloth both survived the night, and PoorPuss is currently in his new favourite place, beside the radiator in the spare room/study.
This may or may not be the solution to our woes, but at least it gave me one day without having to wash the carpet though. And given I've been awake with a feverish LittleBear since 3:30 am, I'm grateful for small mercies.
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| Vinyl tablecloth is a stylish addition to any home |
(I would like to point out that my carpets are not all a rather off-putting shade of brown... the lighting hasn't done my slate grey/blue carpet any favours!)
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