I feel guilty for caging up Shadow in the downstairs bathroom. We’v only had him for about a year, and he’s got a very interesting dynamic with the family. Basically, he abuses us. Between attacking Trish’s or my feet, or Kailani’s head when she’d lay down on the living room floor to watch TV, or being nearly STRANGLED by Elana, he’s had a secured place in our household. Sure, the contents of his litterbox would rise as if there were yeast in there, and for some reason, he never seemed to have food or water, but we generally took decent care of him. He got cat treats, and actually trained us to provide them for him at need.

Over the last few weeks, Shadow’s been a little… lethargic. Normal for a larger, older cat, but shadow is just hitting a year. He sits on the couch, or under the coffee table, and sleeps. No one is really sure WHAT happened to him. Personally, I think he ate the wrong one of Trish’s plants or something. Now that he’s somehow or another lost general bladder control, it appears to be all downhill from here. When he was sitting with me on the bed, and then peed on my leg, something had to change. So, now we’re waiting to decide what to do. Obviously, the kids aren’t happy about it… at least the ones that can sit up on their own.