We found a cat a week ago Monday, crying in our front yard. He was probably 6-8 months old and my guess is that his mother had recently run him off. We snipped burrs out of his fur and showed him the litter box and fed him. Our other cat, Sneeze, took a shine to him and although he was skittish it seemed like he might acclimatize to our family.
Well, this morning I let the cats up and this new cat, whose name we never really decided on but who I'll call Harry for the purpose of the story, fought to get into my bedroom. I don't really like the cats in there, but this morning I was busy cleaning and moving boxes and couldn't be too bothered to keep him out.
I was folding up my new comforter and getting ready to change my sheets, when, to my horror, I found a massive wet spot. It had soaked through my NEW comforter, sheets and onto the mattress pad. Fortunately, my $85 mattress pad did protect my NEW bed. Yes, Harry--Dirty Harry--had urinated all over my bed. YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Did I put in enough exclamation points?)
I called a friend who has connection with animal rescue and packed him off. I've already washed the sheets and mattress pad twice to get rid of the smell and after soaking my comforter, it's now in the wash.
And did I mention Nathan and Annika both have eye infections? I have a huge headache.