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.

Patches pissed all over Nick’s new lily-white futon matress yes­ter­day. Somehow it soaked through the matress and even reached the bot­tom. He’s been incon­sis­tent­ly incon­ti­nent the last week and threw up twice over the week­end. I’m bring­ing him to the vet for a check up to make sure it’s not a blad­der infec­tion or sick­ness. I hope it’s some­thing health relat­ed, as opposed to a men­tal prob­lem, such as fear or ner­vous­ness with Dolly run­ning around. That way it can be fixed, where­as a men­tal prob­lem is much more dif­fi­cult to cure. Dolly is still attack­ing him, half play­ful­ly and half force­ful­ly, but Patches does­n’t like any of it. He’ll sleep on my bed for pro­tec­tion at night, usu­al­ly on my ankles but some­times on my pil­low.