Certainly everyone who has ever 'walked' their dog has noticed that in a half hour, the animal will 'mark' with a bit of wetness. Our 'rescue dog' Lucky and I went for a jaunt today. But first (dirty trick) I made sure he peed in the back yard. OK. (walk, walk) pee, (walk, walk) pee...and after ten more stops to water (mark) everything from mail boxes to waste disposals, to trees in empty lots, I began to wonder, where is all that urine stored? And is it 'held back' on purpose?
You see, in retirement are many sensational, situational events. These need pondering, meditation, to even reach close to resolution. On that rare occasion when I was out of booze, and had to (Ugh!) crack open some beer to drink, I had to relieve myself after each two bottles—which translated into maybe a dozen trips to the throne. Oh well, on to this next topic, wait until you read this!
Burt is a 'rescue' cat (I rescued him in infancy, 14 years ago). He lived—for 11 years, a normal cat-life-of-leisure. With the following scenario I need help, maybe even feline psychiatric consultation. Burt was neutered early in his life, and all seemed well. On my bed Burt has a favorite 'throw'. But about two years ago he thought it was his mother—and, behaving like a normal 12-year-old (cat—grin!), he began sucking on this blankie. Now WHO in their sane mind would remove his illusion? Not me!
So he began to eat less, his stomach was full of “fantasy-milk”. Well, he got tired of that and developed a more 'husband-wife' relationship with same blanket. Definitely, totally IN LOVE, and extremely sexually active in his mind (aren't we all—guys...GUYS?). Well, he has cat-sex for an hour or more. I know, because I sleep right there beside this hairy orgy. When 'finished', he takes his siesta, huffing and puffing, all tired out.
I let this continue, first, because he SO depends on this activity. Second, it keeps him from thinking my FOOT is his 'significant other'...in which case, he would be in need of rescuing once more—grin!
Anybody out there with “Sex-Cat” problem? Any advice? I have let this go on far too long to abruptly end Burt's reverie. So I guess that's that?
Even with these, ummmm--GIGANTIC—grin! problems of daily life, I am still sober. Now, I'll check the fridge for chocolate milk, made with HERSHEYS syrup. Shhhhhhhhhh! Everyone asleep here.
PS. Somehow, it seems degrading to call a loved one by the title "significant other"--even for a cat.