One day, my mom watched one of those pet adoption and they had this old cat name "Queenie" on it. Toothless, skinny, and deaf, my mom said she was adorable and decided to adopt her. We get her and are explained about how to take care of her and then we just do that. Soon, my room starts smelling horrible and when I was up there, Queenie walks in and I catch her about to pee next to my ladder. I scared her away and I put up an old project board to barricade. Then, my mom and sister's room starts smelling bad. Queenie has been peeing under
there, too. My mom buys a gate for my door and uses the project board for her door. Then, after a few weeks of only a bad smelling litter box, she begins peeing under the table in my kitchen and in our tub. We then moved the gate from my door to the hallway door, so she can't get in. Then she peed in this end table in my living room, destroying my sister's sheet music and sketchbook. Now I find her sleeping behind my computer and behind the stove. I also found out recently that she destroyed a book of mine that came from the most awesome teacher ever.
My mom tried to punish her by putting her outside, but an hour later, she had me bring her back in because she's deaf and all of the outside cats in my neighborhood die by getting hit by cars. Now my mom absolutely hates her and wants to get a cage from a store and just take care of her from there.
The even more annoying part is when she's hungry, she'll stay near us meow like there's no tomorrow and clawing at our clothes. She also stared at my mom while she was asleep and she would start meowing when my mom's eyes would even
twitch. A lot of times we wouldn't have food for her since she could only eat canned food. Also, when she does use a litter box, she
misses most of the time, peeing next to the litter box.
She is the only one who
doesn't no where to go out of 2 cats and 2 dog.