Around here we sort of live by the mantra “Two steps forward and TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE STEPS BACK”.
Yep, I know you mammas out there are nodding in agreement. Well, a little while back I had written a post about how I put Ginger on Prozac for her inability to use the effing litter box. Apparently Emerson’s mere presence in this house sent Ging into a state of panic and she started pissing all over the place. Only after she ruined the carpet and the beautiful new hardwood floors did I find the amazing little miracle pill known as Prozac. She was on it for a couple of months and like magic she was back to normal. Well, normal for her, but she wasn’t having anymore accidents – so I talked to the vet and she said I could take her off of the dope. I guess it had worked its way into her system and served its purpose to level her out. I was pretty excited about it because I didn’t really love the idea of Ging being on meds all the time anyway. And I’m not sure if any of you have ever had to give a cat a pill EVERY.DAY. But there are about 30 other things I would rather do and one of them includes cleaning said litter box.
So I went ahead and took Ginger off of the Prozac and everything was fine … until about two months ago. When her new thing became pissing outside of her litter box. Like literally one step away from the door. At first I thought she was doing it if the litter box was dirty but no, she does it when the damn thing is completely clean. She legit pisses outside the thing that she is supposed to be pissing INTO. I tried to be calm about this and so I thought I would lay puppy pads down and this would help with the clean up. Well it does help make it easier for me to clean up. But it also makes it nice and convenient for Miss Pissy Pad to pee. And NOW to add insult to injury she has started shitting in the basement. Like the cat is refusing to use her effing litter box entirely. So enough is enough, its back on Prozac she goes.
Apparently Ginger has the same effect on Emmie as Emmie has on Ginger in the potty department. We are slowly and steadily introducing the potty to Emmie but every time Ging walks into the bathroom Emmie loses her shit (like literally) and cant focus. She will stand up mid-pee and start chasing Ginger around. It’s suuuuper fun! I seriously give up with these two.
For that reason, I haven’t really gone gung-hoe about potty training yet but we have the pull-ups and I’ll ask her if she needs to go or in most cases if she already went. We have had some super exciting pee in the potty moments. We cheered, we high-fived, we waved bye-bye to the pee pee as we flushed it. It was all very exciting. And then the very next day I asked her if she had to go potty she said “no”, straight up looked me in the eyes and said N-O and 2.5 nanoseconds later she started pissing all over the floor.
How you gonna play me like that Em?
I’m just a mom sitting in a house with two plastic contraptions used to collect piss and shit… and no one will use them. What the hell am I supposed to do?
The way I see it Ging is just going to have stay on Prozac until Emmie goes to college and Emmie …
well, she is going to have figure this whole potty training thing out before she leaves.
Crown & Ginger 
