pool house ideas on a budget,Have you ever picked the wrong pet?

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Yes, his name was Oliver.

We adopted a cat years ago, about 1998.

The animal shelter staff mentioned that it was adopted and returned twice (That should have rung alarm bells), but my then 6 year old step daughter fell in love with Oliver so we took him home.

Oliver was young, about a year old when we adopted him.

We also had a cat that I brought into the marriage.

Jim was an older cat, probably in her late teens when we brought Oliver home.

They never got along.

They fought often and when they werenu2019t fighting they spent their spare time stalking each other.

And house cats have plenty of spare time.

,But Oliver was nuts.

He was so afraid of me that when I walked into a room he couldnu2019t get out fast enough.

On the hardwood floors, sometimes his feet would be moving furiously but slipping and he went nowhere for a few seconds.

It was a cartoon like scene.

My then wife couldnu2019t touch him either.

Only Allie, my stepdaughter, could touch him.

She would carry him, pet him and he slept in her room, often on her bed.

If me or my then wife approached him, he would run.

,Back then we kept the food and litter box in the finished basement and left the door to the basement open so the cats could access them at will.

Soon Oliver started peeing everywhere but the litter box, but his favorite place was the basement walls.

Soon the walls, the basement rug and our hard wood floors were warped and urine soaked.

It is amazing how much one tiny cat can pee.

,We spent probably a few thousand dollars in vet fees trying to address the issue.

The vet first treated him for urinary tract issues.

The vet prescribed antibiotic pills that Oliver refused to take.

Eventually the vet decided that Oliver was just nervous and gave us a Valium cream that we could rub on his ears.

The vet thought Valium would calm him down.

No help.

,Then we went to a cat psychiatrist.

We had to complete a several page long questionnaire answering over 100 questions about our personalities and how long the cats were home alone each day, the sort of food we served and the feeding schedule and actually drawing diagrams of our house, each room and floor plan and the location of furniture, the food and litter boxes and where Oliver was peeing (which was everywhere even on beds.

It wasnu2019t pleasant going to bed and pulling the blanket over to find it wet and smelling of cat urine).

After another thousand bucks the psychiatrist came up with the idea of providing Oliver his own litter box and food in Allieu2019s room.

,It didnu2019t work.

Oliver went to the basement to eat Jimu2019s food and continued to pee everywhere, but especially in the basement.

It was not only our home, it was our investment and we realized that if we ever came to sell the house the urine smell and warped walls and floors would seriously impact our resale value.

Oliver was destroying our nest egg.

,Oliver had to go, but where? My aunt had a huge piece of property with a horse farm and large barn.

She had some barn cats.

She agreed to take on Oliver .

At first she had him inside her house, but within days his peeing all over meant that he would be sent to the barn.

The barn was heated and not a bad place.

They had a farm hand with a cute little apartment in the barn, so you are talking a pretty nice barn.

Not your normal idea of a barn.

,Oliver would not eat with or hang with the barn cats and instead took up residence under their pool house in an unheated space.

He spent the cold northeast winters there, rather than deal with the cats in the heated barn.

,My aunt would put food out on her deck to feed Oliver.

He would eat the food, but any time she tried to approach him, Oliver would run and hide under the pool house.

For about 8 years she would see Oliver eating the food she put out then running, as if being chased, back under the pool house.

Over all of those 8 years she once never encountered Oliver wandering around the property.

He just hid under the pool house, went to the deck to eat and returned to under the pool house.

,At home, I replaced much of the paneling in the basement, replaced the rug and we had the wood floors sanded, replaced where it was really warped and refinished it.

That cost us about $2K.

Oliver ultimately cost us about five thousand dollars in vet and psychiatrist fees and repairs.

,Then a few years ago my aunt mentioned that she had not seen Oliver in weeks.

Weeks became months and Oliver was never seen again.

She did check under the pool house for a body, but nothing.

I suspect he is now peeing outside of the great litter box in the sky.

Hopefully god hasnu2019t kicked him out.