Okay, it never rains but it pours. Seems when I’m at my most exhausted is when things start rolling at me, top-speed.
Looks like the kitties have decided the “sofa table” area near the front door is *the* place to pee, outside of their litterbox.
Since I have a deviated septum, smells don’t register as strongly for me. But I kept getting a weird whiff every now and then. So I bought one of those mini black lights and voila! Pee.
Under the sofa table.
Next to the sofa table.
“Behind” the front door.
I picked up a bottle of pet-stain remover from Petco, but I have no idea if it’ll really get everything out. And right now I can’t afford to rent a carpet cleaner. (Besides, I don’t know if it’d even be worth renting one since the urine is up against the wall, carpet-wise. It’s probably down deep. Dammit.)
I remember waaaaay back when, my ex-hub got a huge dose of resentment from my cat Bimbo (hey, Bim earned his name, trust me)…all over his beloved field jacket. I freaked out, trying to figure out how to clean it. But a hot-hot washing mashine date — with an entire bottle of Pin- Sol added to the wash cycle — did the trick. So basically I may try the Pine-Sol method if this pet stain remover doesn’t work.
I love these kitties, and I hope that it was some sort of fubar on their part. And by their I mean Lily, since it’s her face I see every time I find a spot.
But I’m exhausted and of limited resources. VERY limited.
I thought cats were supposed to lower your blood pressure???
I’ll keep my fingers crossed.