I was describing my ongoing troubles with Chaplin to my mom, and she mentioned that when her old cat was acting up, the vet suggested she try and interact and play with him more.
I said, well, that’s all well and good, but I’m out of the house about fifteen hours a day most days, there’s really only so much interacting I can do.
So we got into a discussion of other things he could interact with. Another cat has been ruled out because of his history of fighting with other animals, and a guinea pig was ruled too small.
Then, the solution came: Get a Roomba.
It’s actually kind of ingenious: Not only will it keep the cat occupied, but it might actually encourage me to keep crap off my floor.
I’m taking the cat to the vet to rule out any medical causes of his misbehavior, but if it turns out he’s just being a little twit, then perhaps I’ll occupy him with his very own Most Expensive Cat Toy Ever.