Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness: an album name that came to mind today.
Our super-duper sweet kitty cat, the only non-meowing cat I ever met and, according to my daughter “the best friend ever, ever ever!” may have to go. She keeps putting her nasty cat-stank PEE in non-litterbox locations in the house. This makes my Darling Wife go into homicidal rages. I’ve barely kept the cat around a couple of times already by getting #1 to keep the litter cleaner and going to a different litter. Changing the litterbox to a place that doesn’t smell like potty-training-in-progress-boy pee, and using the old litter she used to have, is the final test. Next time she pees elsewhere, she’s out for good.
#1 said “Thanks for the bail money” and meant it, but I told her to get used to the idea that the cat is going to have to go.
If you can train a cat better than a 10 year-old girl, do like a quiet, gentle animal, and don’t mind the razor-sharp claws, well…