  I don't know about that cat. I've had Kyle's door closed all day. Left ajar after I vacuumed it an hour ago, I walked up the stairs and looked in.
My cat. Near the wall... staring at me. So I approached to pick him up, explaining how he's not allowed in here anymore. His tail shook as I spoke to him. That is, it shook because he was mid-pee. Pissed all over the carpet and up the wall. Don't worry. I didn't drown him. He's spending quality time in Guantanamo until I calm down.
By the way, he shit in my stairwell yesterday. He pissed in my living room the day before. I woke today to his vomit on just-cleaned carpet in Kyle's room, his shitting in Kyle's bathtub, and his urine on the bathroom rug. I'm not cut out for old cat ownership. Anyone? Please? I'll send you a stipend for the cleaners if you'll only let it happen in someone else's environ. 
