Matters of the rear end

So Rosey has now pooped on the bed about five times at my mum's. It seems that whilst the bed is an essential component favoured above even the litter tray, he's not actually fussed about which bed he relieves himself on: the one in the spare room, the one in my room when I visit, the basement spare rooms etc. Well, this morning he apparently hit the motherload - my mum's bed. He also added a cheeky pee as an afterthought. Of course, my mum and her partner couldn't possibly have normal bedding, oh no. It had to be a $200 wild goose down duvet with sheets made of rare Madagascan glow worm cotton that was handwoven by leprechauns in the Andes (maybe). Needless to say her partner was anything but happy, particularly thinking of that cleaning bill.

The good news is that Rosey isn't entirely to blame. After his previous ill-placed stools, my mum resolved to keep him in the bathroom with the litter tray until he gets used to using it again (she also leaves a bit of water in the bath because that's his second favourite spot to defecate after the bed) but her partner failed to adhere to this and let him out, so I suppose if you let a cat that you know poops in beds on your bed, there's a good chance it will poop on that bed.

Anyway, they're giving it a few weeks and seeing if they can manage to retrain him, so fingers crossed, but it doesn't help poor Rosey's cause when his behaviour is in total contrast to Mini-Cat's, who is reported to even leave her dinner half eaten in order to visit the litter tray when she has the urge. They say she's a little angel. Poor Rosey.