It's rough, isn't it? Specs has those sad, downturned eyes and a pathetic meow that's more like a squeak. And he just loves me. I allowed myself into being pressured to take him in. He was feral and he came to me in the dead of winter. This is when I had lots of warm houses set up outdoor when I was a renter w/lots of acreage and privacy. Well, now I own a home in an allotment, so I can't let cats run. I didn't listen to my instincts and I took him in and I've had nothing but problems ever since. Boo is getting up there; he's 15 now, not really old but old enough that he shouldn't have to be stalked every day. And Specs w/this peeing business. Now Boo is doing it to cover up Specs' scent, I guess. It's bad enough when they do it against the wall. But my new cherry furniture? No. So Specs is on amitryptilene twice a day until Dr. LeBeau can see him next Tues. But I don't honestly know what he can tell me that I haven't already tried. I was hoping someone on PT could help but so far, no luck. And if I try to place him, what am I going to say? "Oh, he's a good cat. Except for the pee thing." Yeah, that'll get him a home real quick.

Blessings,
Mary