Less than 24 Hours at home and...

... I'm already cleaning up cat pee.

See, my mother has two cats. One of them, Peppy, is young enough that I wasn't home regularly when we got him, thanks to college. And Peppy hates/fears change with a passion. So, I am not a welcome person because:

1. I am not a normal person for him to see. And I don't leave after a comfortable time.
2. When I come, things get moved around and the routine changes.
3. I used to own a bird. Peppy wanted to eat that bird (or possibly just play with it) so badly, and I was preventing him. I don't know if his little kitty brain remembers that, or if it just remembers that he doesn't like me.
4. I tend to have heavy footsteps and move suddenly, and don't leave cats alone. Not as bad as Dad, who most cats hate*, but enough that cats take a bit to wrm to me, unless they are very people-friendly cats.

So Peppy's normal reaction to thing that upset him is 'pee on the things'. Which is why Mom puts plastic over the chairs when she goes to bed, and over her bed when she's at work.

(I also need to wrap things, which will happen when I locate scissors.)

* My stepmother's cat has gotten used to him, but our old cats never did. Lily with the most misanthropic cat I've ever met (with the exception of Mom, who she adored), but Pebbles even tolerated two preschoolers**. Fitzy, the family's first cat, loved Dad, though. And Fitzy feared everyone who wasn't family.

** Mostly. Jenn had some bad cat scratches from Pebbles.