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We now have an appointment for Friday to bring Mozyr back to the rescue center from which he was adopted. It is a tough call, but our decision to schedule an appointment has been helped by the discovery that, in addition to trashing our mattress and bedding, he has also cost us a leather couch and chair in our basement.

When we started the construction project to add that storage room in the basement, the guys covered everything in plastic. Earlier, Cyndie and I had been suspicious about residue we found on the couch, but now that there was plastic over it, we could clearly see how much, and how often he was using the couch to pee.

Mozyr and Pequenita sharing sunshine prior to his banishment from our bedroom

I placed some things on the couch to interfere with him, and he simply moved over to the chair and ottoman. The storage room of shelves is now complete, and all the plastic has been removed from the basement. Since Mozyr has lost his master bedroom privileges, he seems to have resorted to using the recently exposed couch. Now we have to get rid of it.

One of the most troublesome aspects of this situation for me is that I don’t see how we could ever trust him again. If he recovers from whatever urinary distress he has been suffering, how would we know if his behavior has returned to normal? I am not interested in having our bed put at risk for some unknown period (how long would be long enough?) of testing his ability to confine his peeing to the litter boxes. And I definitely cannot afford the sleep disruptions that his shenanigans on our bed have been causing.

While writing this, I had the thought that we could put the soiled couch out in the barn. A little cat pee would be nothing in that environment. That thought led to this: maybe Mozyr could become a barn cat. He still has all his claws. We’ll see what the rescue center thinks of that idea.

Look out, mice.

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