If Lucy had done it she would be a dead cat already, but it was Tessa, I'm certain, and, well, I just can't bring myself to killing her - although...
I came home from work and there it was, a huge stain on my bed, bigger than the cat herself, nasty yellow on the crisp blue and white print of the quilt. Of course I had things on the bed too, my red coat, my other purse, the really interesting book I'm just about a hundred pages from finishing - all nasty sodden. So the book gets tossed. (Damn, it was getting good.) The purse and its contents go as well. The coat is currently is the bathroom soaking. No clue whether it's salvageable.
The quilt and the sheets are in the washer. The first go-round toned the evidence down a few notches, but there's no way my favourite quilt is going back on any bed of mine unless I can get the stain completely out. The sheets? They were nice enough, but it won't kill me to toss them if I have to. Or make them into really nice quality rags (after a half dozen washings or so).
The mattress is ruined. My beautiful, way too expensive, never going to have that kind of play money to waste on a marvelous pillowtop mattress is soiled, absolutely sodden. No amount of scrubbing and stain remover will ever make it look or smell or feel clean again. Being a pillowtop, I can't just flip the mattress and pretend nothing happened. Fifteen minutes of scrub and sanitize and stain removal attempt and, nope, ruined.
I love that cat. I've put up with a lot of her "I don't have to pee in the box because I'm old and blind and you love me" shenanigans for the last few years, catered to her demands for her own private wee-loo made of old towels that have to be changed and washed daily, but, oh, my patience is wearing thin. Honestly, as I said before, if it were Lucy, I would have killed her by now.
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Two things before you ask -
No, I didn't have a rubber sheet on the bed. We'd never had a problem before and I never anticipated she'd soil the bed she sleeps in all day long. Oh and, putting a rubber sheet on just totally defeats the decadence of a pillowtop, so of course I didn't have one on. Never thought it would be a problem. Damn.
Yes, I know that soiling outside the box can be an indication, especially in older cats, of a medical problem. Tessa's been checked for that by a vet before when she first started getting eccentric and she didn't have problems then. I am contemplating taking her to the vet again just to be certain, but I really think it's just a cat thing. (Not to mention a giggling gods thing.)
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