Some of my friends have been asking for Scrubby updates. If you don’t know anything about my boo, Scrubby is my famous pee cat. He’s not a horrible monster, but rather, an OCD ginger cat who likes to pee on cat bedding (or other stupid shit around my house).
I should own stock in Target’s pet bedding supplier.
Scrubby has been on Lexapro for the past 45 days. I think it’s going well. By well, I mean that his pee incidents are almost gone.
You know what else makes him not pee — besides Lexapro? Isolation in our basement. If we keep him down there, away from the other cats, he is miserable but doesn’t feel compelled to mark his territory.
But we can’t do that.
We don’t run a shelter for asshole cats. Scrubby can’t live alone in our (nicely accommodated and climate controlled) basement. Despite the fact that he pees on Jake’s favorite blanket, he likes Jake. Why should I keep them apart if they don’t fight?
And Scrubby is a fun cat. He does all sorts of tricks that I should get on YouTube so he finally earns his keep around here.
Unconditional love is never easy, and it’s probably not worth it, but I am a woman who loves hard and doesn’t let go. It’s the kind of love that he never requested and might not choose for himself, but if you asked him to choose between my house and a barn with no heat, I like to think Scrubby would choose me.
I love him so much.
— Laurie Ruettimann (@lruettimann) December 2, 2014