Never Let a Kitten Pee on You
By Cardcaptor Mars

Strange,but true. Even kittens who know their litter box are prone to do their dirty, but necessary, business on your chair or carpet more than once. The one a friend of mine and I took care of for her sister didn’t care what the aftermath was. After all, he was the cute one of the house and he knew it quite well. After he made a mess on a chair for the second time within 12 hours, we took care of his death inducing litter box and all was well—until his real owners got home and he decided to do his business on that exact same chair.

The first situation was a nightmare. My friend and I were talking well into the night, and the little bugger started getting frisky. After walking all over the couch and my friend, he decided to lie next to me on the chair I was sitting on. I continued to talk to my friend until I felt something hot on my leg. I ignored it, but then the room started to smell really badly. I got that sinking feeling that something was wrong and felt my leg. Sure enough, my shorts had a wet spot and a piece of the chair did as well. That cat had peed on me!

It took about 15 minutes for the two of us to find any sort of cleaning supplies and to clear the chair of cat pee. Febreeze is a god-send, everyone. Take it from me. Anyway, when he did it again the next day (not on me, luckily), we decided to clean up the cat box and see if that was causing the problem. The kind of litter my friend’s sister had wasn’t the kind where the cat steps on it and it keeps it from smelling so bad. It was the cheap kind and, mixed with cat business, it smelled like a garbage heap filled with perishable food on a hot day. We decided it would be best to put it all into a garbage bag and fill the box with fresh litter. After putting the stuff in, I took it out to a trash bin outside of the complex.

Now, this apartment complex was almost right next to a train track, and that day whoever worked there decided to test one of their front cars to see if it was running okay. At that very spot they would run the car back and forth across the track. They choose to blow the horn as I was outside, so my already-sensitive eardrums were shot to death. Not that I’m bitter about the situation; my hearing survived. Besides, a train needs a whistle that loud to help people avoid being torn apart when it passes.

Anyway, it turns out that our theory was right: the little kitten stopped doing his business on the chair and went back to the litter box. The rest of our house-sitting time went smoothly. About a few weeks later, the friend and I met again for another friend’s welcome home party. We described to everyone about the situation with the kitten, and she went on to mention that the cat had peed on the very same chair about a week after his owners came back. I chuckled to myself. Whether or not he got in trouble for it, that cat knew how to get what he wanted.