There’s nothing like a welcome home. And you have to give our cat credit, she out did herself. New lawn ornaments… they’re EXACTLY what I wanted!
In truth, this is a comedy of errors and not entirely the cat’s fault. Our cat sitter closed off the doors to Snicker’s litter box on Thursday. Snickers, in dire need and I’m sure quite a bit of frustration, used our new couch as an alternative. Six days marinated in cat waste, my lovely couch is now decorating my yard. Later in the day, IZ will rent a truck and make a donation to the landfill. I’m not happy about that, but what can you do?
IZ, an ardent follower of Buddhianity, keeps saying, “Attachment to things only leads to suffering.” The reverse is true too, though—because now that I’m unattached to this couch, my backside is already suffering at the thought of sitting on our old futon. But praise the universe that I had a futon to haul up from the basement as a replacement couch. And praise the universe that we had a rug beneath the couch, so our carpet was spared. And PRAISE JESUS that the cat didn’t pick our bed. Oh. My.
I’m attempting to laugh. But people, it’s hard to laugh when your backside is yelling and your nose is complaining. I am the definition of vociferous! Every pore in my body is assaulted by this. We spent hours yesterday attempting to get the scent of cat pee out of our house. Heroic measures couldn’t rescue the couch. Once we realized this, we hauled it outside and immediately the gross factor inside the house started to abate. But by then, I had the smell of cat pee burned into my nasal passages and so it wasn’t enough to keep me from hauling in arm-loads of lilacs and burning scented candles. IZ steam cleaned the carpets while I walked around Fabreezing the air. Spray, spray; sniff-sniff!
So now, my couch is sitting on the lawn waiting to be hauled off to the dump. And I’m attempting to laugh. It’s hard work, people. Hard work.
Oh nooooooo! Can you reorder those same couches? I love the red.
I mean – shit couches. Who cares? Hahahaha. Right? 😉
________________________________________________
Sadly, I can’t reorder them. My guess is, as much as I loved the red, we’ll go with a neutral this time. The color sorta locks you in, design wise… and I can see a day when I’m burned out on red. ~W
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
No NO NO!
But I guess this means you get to shop for something new?
________________________________________________
Yeah, eventually. When, I’m not sure—our recent trip kinda zapped my discretionary fund. Heh.
Poor kitty. Poor you.
________________________________________________
Yeah, hard to blame her. What was she supposed to do? At least she chose one item, and one place. ~W
Ohhhh, I hate it when that happens! Poor kitty and poor you indeed! Poor cat sitter too, bet she feels a bit foolish. They were lovely couches and yes you are blessed to have a futon waiting in the wings(or basement).
Molly
________________________________________________
It’s a terrible thing all around. But, it’s not the end of the world. Or so I keep telling myself. 😀 ~W
I was considering getting a kitten for TFC to hang out with. I’m re-thinking that decision now.
I’m not sure who I feel bad for … I mean, think about it. How would you feel if you had to pee on a couch?
I’m not really helping, am I? 🙂
________________________________________________
I know, I can’t imagine poor Snickers last week. She was really weirded out when we got home. I think she was worried about our reaction. But what can you do?
As for a kitten… eh, no. 😀 Snickers is our LAST cat. 😀 ~W
oh i’m so sorry for you all. Poor kitty. It must have been horrible… they know they can’t or shouldn’t pee on a couch (right :), but what’s a kitty to do when they can’t access their litter box? I do feel your pain of throwing out something new…and something you use all the time, and something your backside enjoys… a lot. But you have a rocking attitude 🙂 It really could have been your bed. Oh imagine???
________________________________________________
I know, it could have been much worse. The killer thing is, that couch is the only NEW thing I’ve ever purchased for our home in 10 years! Everything else has been used in some fashion. (other than mattresses and appliances). So, it’s kinda sad to be where we are. ~W
Yikes! What a bummer. What was your housesitter thinking? I have been in that nose situation — there isn’t enough Febreeze to take care of a scent etched into your nasal passages. Hang in.
________________________________________________
I have NO idea what he was thinking. His mother is mortified. But, it’s a thing. And people are more important. Hard, hard learning for everyone. And you’re right–there isn’t enough Febreeze. 😀 ~W
There is *nothing* else like that smell! I’ve never had to lose a couch, but the bean bags and kids’ backpacks and several blankets have been marked! (behavioral issues!) 🙁 Good luck!
________________________________________________
Yeah, we called a local professional on advice from a friend. But they politely laughed. Not at us, but at the idea of getting a week’s worth of cat out of the couch. They were happy to take our money but told us it was a fool’s errand. So, to the trash it goes. SADLY. ~W
Oh, NO. The couches are (were) beautiful. The smell must have been overpowering. Yes, it could have been worse, but I would still be frustrated and sad. I would have done much better as your cat sitter.
________________________________________________
Well, darlin’, you can come house sit anytime! 😀 I am frustrated and sad. But I don’t what I can do about it, you know? It’s just one of those things you have to let go. ~W
This stuff is amazing at getting out cat odors.
http://www.naturemakesitwork.com/catalog/prod_detail.php?id=80
Our kitty peed all over our new hardwood floors, and pooped in my shoes. This got rid of all the odors and stains.
________________________________________________
Thanks for the tip! 😀 ~W
If I had a cat, that’s exactly what would have happened to me this week, seeing how it’s been going so far.
I feel for you, lady. For you and your futon-sore butt.
________________________________________________
Oh! I’m sorry you’re having one of those weeks. They do come around, and all you can do is hang in. ~W
Yay! I’m so glad you’re back…although, I hate to think of you welcomed home by this. Poor kitty, I can’t imagine she felt great not having the litter box to use…mine usually waits to use the box even when she’s been outside…sigh.
Lordie…I’m with IZ on the attachment thing, but that couch is divine. I’m sorry it’s having to leave you, but I would be a little bummed myself, in fact I am a bummed…But, look at it this way…now you get to shop for a new couch! Or are you going to replace this one with an exact replica?
(welcome home anyway)
________________________________________________
Thank you! It was some homecoming, let me tell you! Sadly, we can’t replace it with an exact replica. So, it’s back to the drawing board. As much as I like red, I sense us going a more neutral direction this time. Which would open up our decorating options. ~W
I really feel your pain on this one. New couches + cat pee = extreme emotional pain, at least for me. I have not reached a decent state of detachment yet. Although, I would detach the cat sitter from my payroll. I feel mad at her on your behalf.
Oh man, cat pee is just the WORST.
_______________________________________________
It is the worst, isn’t it? Oh, I gag just thinking about it. ~W
oh dear lord. what a hard lesson. good for you for even attempting a sense of humor about it.
poor kitty, poor wende, poor iz.
________________________________________
It is sad. I miss my couch. And I swear I can still smell pee—IZ assures me it’s my imagination! ~W
Horrors! I’m so sorry, that was such a pretty red couch. So good to hear from you, hope the rest is going better!
Say hi to your family for me. 🙂
________________________________________
It was a horror. I’m still not over it. ~W
Dang. All the way around, just dang. And–poor kitty.
I learned a fabulous lesson in nonattachment when I was in my early 20’s and I took entirely too much pride in my car. While a transmission shop mechanic took it out for a test drive, it CAUGHT ON FIRE, totalling the vehicle. (Leak on the fuel line–no fault of theirs.) To this day, I pity the poor manager who had to call me with the news. I still have the photo that appeared on the front page of the neighborhood paper, complete with a fireman spraying the car down. Nowadays, I consider my car merely a vehicle (in need of a bath) rather than a prized possession. It’s safer that way!
_________________________________________________
Oh boy… how sad. You make a good point. See THIS is why you need a blog. 😀
Noooooooo there is nothing like that smell in the whole world.
We came home to Mac having learned some nasty things, that I am now trying to correct. Have any ideas on teaching him not to hike his leg just every where?
Sorry you lost your lovely couches.
_________________________________________________
Um, I have no advice over your dog. I hear neutering will do the trick, though. ~W
Wow, how embarassing for the poor cat and what an unpleasant surprise for you.
My cat is very good at destroying couches as well, luckily
so far he never tried it this way.
But I know the smell very well. There are phases my dear cat
runs around spraying secretly to set his marks and when I come home I have to search and find it…. which is not always easy because the smell gets all over the place during the day.
On the other hand I really love this cat, he can be so sweet, sleeps besides me (in winter he even wants to come below the blanket) and I am pretty sure he senses whether I feel good or not and always manages to brighten my day.
So I forgive him and just don’t buy expensive couches anymore :-))
_________________________________________________
Yeah, sounds like a plan!! 😀 ~W
NO! NO! NO! NO! The Horrors! And on beautiful red couches too!
We had a cat do that to our pretty green sofa. It’s gracing a landfill as well. Damn cats and their urine.