No sleep till…

I’m going on about 2 weeks of subpar sleep. I wrote about our cat, Kooshie who we almost euthanized a couple weeks ago, and I happened to mention in that post another one our other cats: Gizmo.

Gizmo is a piece of work… to put it lightly. First of all, I can say with ZERO exaggeration that Gizmo is more difficult than our daughter when she was a newborn. I mean, NO exaggeration there. He wears a diaper because he’s had a spraying issue for literally his entire life. He is now almost 18 years old and we tried everything to stop the spraying including medications, and pheromone sprays, and god knows what else. I was at the end of my ropes and got pet diapers for him. Now we just try to catch him before he goes to the box so we can quickly take the diaper off. We also have to cover everything with blankets because those are easy to clean if he sits on them with a wet diaper during the night. So that’s been tough. We’ve been doing the diaper thing with him for a year. It’s better than dealing with the spraying. It still sucks though.

Now — because the spraying and the diapers weren’t enough — he has started whining and wailing at night. Loudly. Very loudly. It doesn’t seem like anything is wrong with him physically. There might be. I’m not a vet. We are taking him to the vet on Thursday to get checked out. Maybe there is something wrong with him. Maybe he is just an asshole. I don’t know. But until then. No sleep. I am so goddamn tired…