Bartleby, the little black kitty who has taken residence on my back porch, has begun spraying to mark his territory. What's worse is that I think Marley has taken up the gauntlet and yesterday I came home to a distinct odor of something nasty in the dining room that wasn't there before. I hate to do this, because I really like the idea of providing shelter to a feral cat and all, but obviously the spraying is unacceptable, so it is time to finish the back porch and get a door that closes so he can't come in anymore.
Sorry, Bartleby, but you have quite literally pissed me off.
Sorry, Bartleby, but you have quite literally pissed me off.