One of my (two) cats is now 10 years' old, and for most of her life I have been cleaning up her piss.
It used not to get to me, but I am finding it harder and harder to appreciate her good points when she is ruining my house a corner at a time.
She used to do it just in the corner by the front door which was easy in some ways because it was a tiled floor which cleaned up quickly. But it was embarrassing if I had visitors and hadn't spotted that she had been there, as I would open the door to the smell of stinking pee.
Now she just pisses at will, in a few places. Other than the hallway, her favourite spots are against a cupboard in our dining room and in the other corner of the same room. We laid the most gorgeous flooring in that room when we moved in, and it is now warped and stinks permanently no matter what I do with it.
Having cleaned up a huge puddle in the dining room today, I could still smell something and realised that she had also pissed against the kitchen cabinets, which is a new spot.
We've also been doing some building work recently and have plastic sheeting laid on our stairs carpet. She's taken to pissing on that too.
This means that when I leave my bedroom in the morning, I have to be careful where I step in case there is a puddle. I then go round the hallway, dining room and now kitchen to track down the morning wee. I have a 2-year old, so have to be sure that it's cleared before he finds it.
Once a day is the norm, but 2-3 inside wees per day is pretty common. So I have to repeat the hunt-clean cycle every time I come back in the house.
It is just so utterly depressing (and embarrassing) having a beautiful house stinking of piss. I can't relax when she's in the room because I'm constantly wondering if she is about to spray.
It is destroying my affection for her. There have been stresses in her life (eg DS two years ago, recent building work) has been going on since she was a kitten regardless.
She has a catflap to go outside, a clean litter tray in the cellar (which she happily uses to defaecate). We had her checked by the vets a while back and she was in perfect health - it was said to be a behavioural issue.
Frankly I wish I didn't have her, but have always been of the "pet is for life" school of thought and could never rehome her. But it is a very unhappy coexistence at the moment.
Sorry, just ranting.