I just liked living alone without any problems but my own but everyday I fill a cemnt bag of litter. He has taught himself to meow endlessly for food whenever someone is in the kitchen. He gets wet in the am and the pm and goes with dry during the day. His litter is cleaned several times a day but he makes poops the size of breakfast sausage. Drinks alot of water and pees in the litter box except for a few other rare occassions. He has a bum hip. I have a theory about him but it would break my heart to think about it or talk about so won't. Trust me. It's worse than the Little Match Girl .
I just want this cat to be comfortable and happy and content. I want to give him a good life. But he doesn't play or chase or anything fun. He is a good snuggler but he has to be watched when on the bed lest he pee again. Third time will never happen. Which means he can't sleep with me which would have been cool. It's just a transition for the Admiral that is hard to get used to. We had a routine each night. I have a new 'normal' now and I will happily live with it to have another soul around, a soul who kinda needs me. Sure I am a tremendous disappointmet to him as I am with everyone else but that is his burden to carry.