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.