I have been dealing with this for several years now. It started when hubby brought home a declawed cat that had been dumped and was hanging around at his work (a horse farm). The cat got beat up and had bloody claws and that is when they realized he was declawed, so my sweet hubby took him home. At the time, I had 3 other indoor cats - 2 females and a male who would NEVER THINK of peeing outside of the litter boxes.
Well, Sylvester peed ON me the first night, but I chaulked it up to newness. He continued to have issues, but got somewhat better.
Then I got a puppy and the puppy had health issues and it was winter, so his housetraining did not progress as it should have. Between the 2 of them I think they went on most of my rugs. I did have the vet check the cat and we ended up putting him on Prozac for a while (he is not on it now). Removed all rugs from the house, closed all guest room doors so he could not pee on the beds (thank goodness I had waterproof mattress pads on them as he did pee on the beds at first) and problem seemed solved.
Seemed to get that under control and we got another stray - a long haired female that was starving and cold in the middle of winter. Sweet natured and beautiful, we named her Peaches and in she came. Got along with everyone =, but was scared. Seemed housetrained, but became fearful of my chihuahua and pretty much stayed up in the livingroom area of the house. Had a couple of accidents so I actually put a litter box in there for her, but after about 2 years in the house she decided my leather couch was her litterbox and we had a free for all with her and Sylvester peeing all over that couch (even with the scat mat). Back outside she went (she has claws) and she is MUCH happier out there.
THEN, arrives a feral cat who is emaciated - I mean a rack of bones. I feed her and sure enough note that she is pregnant (hard baseball sized belly). Try to catch her/trap her and cannot in time - she has a litter of kittens under the neighbor’s barn and then moves them into my shed on her own. I try to tame the kittens and end up trapping them all and getting them spayed/neutered, vaccinated etc with a Feral Cat group (they paid for most of it). Ended up “taming” 2 of the kittens and rehomed one of those 2. Found a rescue to take the 3 that were still feral and they worked with them and they are now up for adoption. Hubby really liked the remaining tame kitten, Harry, and he seemed to be no bother - was easy to housetrain and very sweet and got along with everyone - even the rotten chihuahua. We decided to keep him if a home could not be found (rather than sending him to the rescue), and all was well…
Until 2 weeks ago when he peed on the couch. The BRAND NEW couch. Thank goodness I had covered all of the new furniture with waterproof covers (mattress pads covered by slipcovers) because I did not trust Syvlester. Kitten has now peed on the couch at least 3 times, and was suspected in a couple of other incidents. Last night I went to put some clean laundry away that I had sitting on my office chair and he had peed on that.
Also, someone, no him, is peeing in the mudroom on our shoes as of this week.
I am at my wits end. I have tries the sprays (currently using the pheremone spray daily in the litter box area), have 5 litterboxes scrupulously clean - 2 covered, 3 open, lock the cats in the litter area and our bedroom at night (except for the 2 “good” cats).
I think I have just an issue with too many cats and they are feeding off of eachothers anxieties or dominance issues or something.
Sorry for the rant, but I can really feel for you. I am a sap and love animals, but this has cured me! No more cats when these “go”. I am a prisoner in my own home -cannot have anything nice, cannot open rooms up, spend time and money cleaning (that urine cleaner is expensive!). They are all on the best food, get plenty of attention (I work from home) and seem to get along really well. Not sure what is causing the anxiety - kitten LOVES the chihuahua and so does Sylvester.
I did mention this to my vet (and I am convinced the kitten has no UTI issues) and she immediately said she would prozac him - she understands the lengths I have gone to. My problem now is that I cannot even try to rehome him with this issue and I feel so bad because maybe he would not have had it if he was not in a household with so many other cats (lest I sound TOO hoarder-ish, there are 5 including him and it is a big house).
Good luck with yours - it is a HORRIBLE problem. I really am stuck because mine are not placeable and we live right on a busy road and there are lots of predators, so I cannot let the declawed guy out and I really, really do not want to put Harry the kitten out… So sad.