Lisa - it's miserable, isn't it, and the battle seems never-ending. I can't stand the smell of old pee either and I too reach a point where I know I can't stand the problem any more. I don't have a cat run, or the weather to support such a life for my cats, so I don't know what I'm going to do.

It seems that you and I were doing almost exactly the same things last weekend - fun wasn't it

I moved all 6 of my FIV+ boys downstairs over the weekend (much to all our misery) because at least one of them is spraying - I thought. This meant I had to set up a litter area upstairs and means that I now have litter boxes in 5 rooms, 4 of them with closed doors so each has to have bucket, gloves and scoop. I had to move furniture around to give them a somewhat comfortable space, then move furniture to find all the problem spots. I ended up removing the upholstery and padding from one end of my long sofa because I couldn't soak it. Then carpet and underlay was cut out. I just bought gallons of enzyme cleaner and an industrial size roll of foil so I can get to work on soaking all marked floor areas this weekend. I know there is more in the kitchen but have been too tired all week to move out the stove, etc. and tackle more of it. I also had to isolate my geriatric Ginger in another bedroom because I simply never know where she is going to pee and poop next - sofa, kitchen table, bedroom floor at 1am. She comes out when I get home for as much snuggle time as I can fit in after dealing with very sick kittens.

Anyway, I noticed that there were no spraying problems downstairs and was surprised since this area has been used by the outdoor/indoor cats my FIV+ boys haven't met yet. This morning I found spray all over a cabinet upstairs and realized it was Taranis and, possibly, not the FIV+ boys who is the cause of the problems. I had thought the Prozac she is on was working, but perhaps not. She's at the vet now, being checked for yet another UTI.

My vet remarked this morning that I have a full-time job looking after my lot on top of my full-time paying job. It felt good that he understood how hard I work.