Jim Alfredson

So we took Sushi to the Ingham County Animal Shelter today. While I know this is the best thing, as they only have 8 cats right now so they are confident he'll find a new home soon and they do not euthanize (unless the animal is violent, which Sushi definitely is not), I still feel awful. Even after I came home and found new urine on one of my Hammonds, thus ruining the finish in that spot, probably for good since cat pee is extremely acidic. And on the plastic bin that my wife's wedding dress is in after I've already cleaned pee off that bin twice. And in the corner that I've also cleaned multiple times. And on the almost new porch chair pillows we bought this summer. This is after I spent an evening this weekend cleaning most of these spots and others in the basement.

Ugh. Why do I feel bad about giving him away when he's ruined at least $1000 worth of our stuff, not counting my baby grand piano that he also peed in (that now needs all new bass strings)?

I know it's not his fault; he probably wasn't neutered early enough. I don't know for sure since he was a stray when he came to us. I feel bad for the little guy; he's super cute. But living in a house where you're constantly afraid he's going to pee in or on something and ruin it is no way to live.