You know what motherfucking sucks? Bugs in your pets' food. After dropping fifty dollars on air-tight containers, freezing contents of said containers, and vacuuming every goddamn inch and crevice of this apartment because bird seed gets everywhere and SURPRISE, so will the weevils eating it, you know what would have been a lot easier? If I had used common sense and started using food containers last month. Preemptively unfuck the storage of your pets' food, guys. Bags do not cut it.
Yes. Airtight containers, always. Pet food is really appealing to critters of all kinds (mice, weevils, fruit flies), so don’t give them the chance to get into it.
In regards to cat pee: Male cats have a higher acidity to their urine that females, which leads more frequently to urinary tract infections/cystis/"litterbox issues." The box may have become a difficult l place for him to urinate, so he avoids using it because of the association with pain. I'd recommend having the cat's urine tested by a vet to rule out any health issues. Also, Rescue Remedy if you know he's stressed! Without RR, my cat would be nervously peeing all over the house
Followers might remember me as the daughter living with her hoarding mother. Mum's currently in the process of unfucking our habitat as I type. I took some 'before' photos and I will throw a GODDAMN PARTY when I'm ready to post the 'after' pics.
I cannot WAIT to see! Best of luck to you and your mom, and don’t forget to make sure she takes her breaks!
I live with my mother in a two-floor duplex. She's a hoarder, so every room but my own is filled to the brim with her stuff. My room has to hold three very large bird cages that currently fill the closet (which I've removed the door to) and out into the room proper. Even after putting almost all my possessions in storage, I don't have the room for a bed, my desk, or clothes outside of what I need for work. Help?
Oof, this is tough. I’m sure you know, because you live it, that you just can’t go through and clean out a hoarder’s house. But you live there, too, so there’s a really precarious balance between what is her space filled with her stuff, and what space you need in order to live your life. As it stands right now, you don’t have the space in order to live your life.
Can you talk to your mother about this at all? Maybe see if she’d be open to a discussion of relocating the birds to another room (which would have to be somewhat unfucked)? Or if she can relinquish control of another room so that you have room for what you need? Because, in all honesty, not allowing you to have the space for a bed or desk or clothes is grossly unfair to you. And you may need to point that out in a way that doesn’t provoke defensiveness, and you need to make sure that conversation contains a solution that isn’t going to make her instinctively recoil from any hope of a fair answer.
This is tough, but you need to talk to your mother. You need to have a frank conversation and tell her you need more livable room, and you need to provide a few alternative solutions and have her work with you on picking one.
Good luck, and please keep me posted.
I'd like to make the suggestion that we try to unfuck our cars. I can't be the only one who uses their vehicle as a storage unit.