PJ has been part of our lives for nearly 10 years now, since he was 3 months old.
Quinn has been in our family for 9 1/2, since she was a wee kitten.
Both are addicted to me.
After we moved, and I was working full time, and in plays, PJ decided he'd had enough and started spraying. Long story short (and thousands of dollars later), we moved him into the garage. Then Wesley was born, and Quinn wizzed on the downstairs carpet, and she too was moved into the garage.
(For those of you wondering about Bean, well, she is fine and loves Wesley to pieces.)
PJ and Quinn have peed in several corners, and since we are storing my in-laws things, Matt and I have been trying to find a solution. We can't give them away, I mean, who wants cats who have emotional problems and spray all over the place? I refuse to put them to sleep, as they aren't sick. And I don't have time to retrain them to come back into the house. And they show no interest in wanting to come back in.
PJ is also deathly afraid of the outside.
So what does this mean?
Well, PJ is just going to have to adjust. Hubby and I talked about turning the chicken coop into a cat shelter, but we (a) don't know how and (b) don't have the time.
I did some research on Amazon. Turns out there are outdoor kitty shelters that can house up to three cats. Fully insulated, and some even have a microwavable heating pad that stays warm for up to ten hours. What about food and water, you say? Well. There are such things as warm water dishes, so the water doesn't freeze. And we can just get an automatic food dispenser.
Now, there is a tom-cat around, and I'm not sure how Quinn and PJ will fare with him. Bean tries to kick his butt through the window, but he seems like a scardy cat to me. Hopefully that won't be an issue.
But we don't have another choice. This is our last resort.
I can only pray that they figure out how to go to the bathroom outside, and not on the siding.
Oh crap. The garden.