My old boy has excelled himself. He's been with us 14 years. So is probably around 15 now as we rescued him and his brother (who is no longer with us) when they were young.
In that time he's done all sorts of stupid stuff and needed various vet visits and stern talking's to. The talkings to have always been resolved with head bumps and cuddles.
Last night the little rotter opened the door to the room we're renovating. He went under the floor boards. Then wee'd, copiously. I may first I thought a pipe had broke. But no, the water raining into the living room was actually cat piss.
You wouldn't think he has his own, but nicely maintained, litter tray, and access outside, would you.
It's a bloody good job I love him.
Serious note though...worth a. Is it to the vet? He's peed in a couple of random places lately and it's not like him.