Today was a sad but relieving day for both Chelsea and me. We returned the cat we adopted, Snarf the Fierce, to the local animal shelter. I say sad because we both really liked that little cat. She is very cute and affectionate, and a little bratty. The reason we took her back is that she is not housetrained. And by “not housetrained” I mean she managed to pee on everything in the rooms we coudln’t close off. She single handidly ruined 3 rugs, maybe a wall, and a nice kitchen floor. We tried multiple methods to help alleviate her stress, or whatever we could find to make it so she didn’t pee on anything anymore, and it worked for about 2 weeks.
So as much as the two of us really enjoyed having a little fluffy kitty around, we decided the stress wasn’t quite worth it. Especially considering the other cat is so well behaved. We are both convinced she will be much happier in a home where she is the only cat, and can be treated like the princess she acts like. I’m fairly sure she’ll make it to another home quickly, and hopefully she won’t piss everyone off.