Just when you think there is peace in the valley, another cat problem pops up. It only stands to reason, when you think about it, that with four felines, the cat consequences will quadruple. I compare them to a bad case of gonorrhea, the gift that keeps on giving.
As if killing birds, coughing up hair balls, destroying furniture, and trying to eat their humans wasn't enough, now we have a cat that is urinating in non-appropriate areas, the ultimate sin. This time it's the gray cat called Blue that causing problems. Why it's not called Gray has always been a mystery but as we all know, cats are mysterious by nature. Even Saint Ruth, in all her forgiveness, will not tolerate cat piss on the furniture. In the spirit of non-partisanship, I immediately volunteered for sniper duty but no, the Missus goes to the Internet for answers.
Two "solutions" were the most common. A: The cat has a urinary tract infection or B: Kitty is suffering from physiological stress. I don't know about A but B is a slam dunk. This is the cat who once had a seizure right before me, yowling and scratching and running and twisting and biting until she more or less passed out. Ever since then, her favorite pastime has been to search the skies for UFO's. At least that what it looks like when she stares upward, swiveling her head at every possible angle, much like a fighter pilot looking for bogies.