My home felt like a disaster zone. Misty, my beloved cat, turned every corner into a litter box. I tried everything: new litters, extra boxes, vet visits. But nothing worked. I felt like a secret agent on a mission, but my target always evaded capture. I was exhausted and desperate.
My home was a battleground. Constant cleaning wore me out. Embarrassed, I stopped having guests over. My bond with Misty was strained. I even considered surrendering her, but the mission felt unfinished.