So we’ve had Jake for a little bit now, and, so far, no mishaps. No biting, no scratching, no clawing holes in the screens and, most importantly, no peeing. None. When the doctor went in to take out the errant testicle (Small Jake had a ball in hiding, for the uninitiated, a man-sac that never descended), he discovered that the thing was actually pressing on his ureter. Or urethra. Whatever.
Anyway, point is, that whole time he was peeing like crazy all over the apartment? He probably couldn’t help it! Poor little guy. I really did hate him, that time he hit my boots, and I almost broke his neck when he peed on the red velvet loveseat. Our landlord said, after Jake, that he’d never let another cat live in one of his buildings again. That’s probably because of that time when Jake let loose all down the back stairway. I mean, I can’t say I blame him – he had to rip out the carpet in the hallway, and even after THAT, it STILL stunk of urine.
I was very wary when I took him back in. I had prepared myself for the worst. But, and I’m knocking on wood, he’s been just great! Friendly, even! He likes to sit on my lap and get all over my computer now, and he cuddles when we watch TV. He was never so relaxed before! And it’s probably because, you know, I was right. He just needed to get snipped. Free advice: neuter your animal.