I know I've been MIA for awhile. To catch everyone up, I .. uh... rather abruptly quit my last job. Long story extremely short, my boss was a complete jerk who singled me out because I was FEMALE even though I was the only one making my objectives. He started "measuring" me on things that none of my male coworkers (who were the rest of the team, 4 of us total) were measured on. I reached my breaking point, went to HIS boss with all the paper documentation and said that my resignation was effective immediately. That was about 4 weeks ago. So, all my plans to get the house ready, car ready, etc. for another big paw went out the window.
While I know that the decision I made was the right one, it has still been hard. I'm sitting here at 30 years old wondering what in the HECK am I going to do with my life. I could get another crappy ol' job, but I'd like to figure out what I'd like to do and do that! Maybe I'd have to go back to school to get it, but it is better than coming home every night crying b/c works sucks THAT BAD. I am stressed. Don't know what I'm gonna do next...
...which leads me to my predicament. I know that this is not a cat board, but I know many of you have cats and dogs, so I'm hoping someone...anyo ne can help me. I have a 10 year old rescue cat named Tigger. I've had him since he was 4 weeks old and I found him on the side of the road. When Ranger came home, he was 8 and was not too pleased, but he managed.
Flash forward to about 6 months ago and Tigger starting having major behavioral issues... meaning peeing and pooping anywhere besides his litter box. It got so bad when I would leave to go anywhere over a day, that he has to be boarded and I cannot have a pet sitter instead because he WILL NOT go in his litter box. This morning, I am on the computer job hunting and that little SPAWN OF SATAN is taking a poo right here in front of me!!! I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT! So, I tell him "NO!" Then, I proceed to go get the Nature's Miracle and stuff to clean it up with. As I'm walking by my bedroom, that little focker is setting up to PEE in the corner of my bedroom. Well, I LOSE IT. Yell, NOOOOOOOOO, and then chase him to his litter box, which is CLEAN. Not ONE DAMN THING IN IT.
I am getting ready to leave for a friend's bachelorette party tomorrow for the weekend. I'm the Maid of Honor, so I have to go, but I am not happy about what I am going to find when I get home. I figured it was really only 2 days, so I'd give it a shot, so I have no arrangements for him to be boarded.
I am at my wit's end with him. I love him, but I cannot take a 10 year old cat (who by the way is in perfect health, already had the vet check it out) who is crapping and peeing all over the house.
Mom says I should give him to a non-dog, cat-only house because he'd probably be happier. I told her absolutely not! He is my baby and I believe that once you have a pet, it is a lifetime commitment (of course there are circumstances to prevent that, but I don't think that this is one of those times).
Any ideas on how to curb the behavior, cause at this rate I'm not sure that both of us are gonna make it out of this sane....