I’m bringing Patches to the vet on Wednesday with Trolley’s help. He’s been shitting on the carpet fairly consistently, in front of Nick’s blue couch. At least he stopped urinating, which was much more difficult to deal with. I doubt this entire thing is health related because he doesn’t seem to be in any pain, although cats are known to hide their pain very well. Dolly still attacks him and has somehow become the alpha male of the house. Patches will back off if she wants food but he’s already eating. I wish I could keep him because he’s a very affectionate cat who’s too old to be moved around anymore, but I think he’s unhappy here. Rob will hopefully end up adopting him, because he also grew up with Patches when he was growing up with Aaron.