1) Meds. The vet gave Reynaldo a shot of female hormones. He wants transform Rey's aggressive possessiveness toward me into nurturing and nesting.
2) Prescription cat food. No magnesium. So now it doesn't hurt when he urinates.
3) A kitty condo. It's nearly the same height as the dining room table, so he has a perch where he can survey the room, a place that's all his.
4) A "Scat Mat." It's a thin piece of plastic, attached to a battery pack. I've draped it over the dining room table. When he steps on it, he gets a minor -- yet harmless -- shock. The same way an electric fence shocks a dog. Stepping on it makes him very ... sad. It makes me sad to see the impact on him, but after a few days we won't need it anymore.
I am proud of him. He is trying as hard to communicate with me as I am with him.
Thanks to my vet, and to Jackson Galaxy's book, for helping me learn to think like a cat.
