I know I’ve been quiet lately. I’ve had a lot on my mind these past few months, and many new challenges to face. You see, my cat was recently diagnosed with Feline Idiopathic Cystitis (FIC).
In a nutshell, FIC is bladder inflammation of unknown cause. In cats. It is a collection of symptoms that has many suspected causes (trauma, environmental triggers, “refrigerator owners”, etc.) and primarily affects young males. According to hundreds of studies, FIC is greatly on the rise, yet is still poorly understood.
In Abbott’s* case, FIC manifests as peeing outside the litter box. Pillows, rugs, stuffed animals, sofas, and so on. He prefers things that are too large to fit in a washing machine, and generally likes to perform in front of an audience.
I was in denial at first. Then I grieved. What had I done to bring this on? Was it birth trauma, or the rabies vaccine that he got when he was two? I became angry. I mourned the cat I would never have. I severed ties with friends whose cats peed exclusively in their litter boxes. FIC became my whole world.
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Once, about ten years ago, I was having a glass of wine with a friend outside on the balcony of her apartment. She gestured across the atrium towards a large black cat on the opposite balcony and lamented, “Pyewacket keeps getting out of the house. He’ll eat the bad kibble over there and end up with crystals in his urine again. I just can’t seem to keep him from wandering, and every time he gets out it’s a $100 vet bill.”
“Wow, that sounds rough. Boy, you really have your hands full. I don’t know how you do it,” I replied with a mixture of horror and sympathy. Thank God my cat doesn’t have those kinds of problems.
You just never think it’s going to happen to you someday.
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There is no cure for FIC, although some cats will have a decrease in frequency of “episodes” as they get older. For the others, there are a variety of therapies designed to manage symptoms (but never with the intention to “fix” or “cure”), always with the goal of enabling the cat to be his best feline self.
Examples of effective therapeutic interventions include a highly specialized diet, boatloads of supplements, anti-anxiety medications, environmental enrichment, and applied behavioral analysis.
I have to admit, there are days where I feel exhausted and overwhelmed. Not only is it demoralizing to continuously be dealing with these challenging behaviors, but then I can’t even safely vent about it in the cat owner forums without being constantly told: “Having any kind of pet is hard work– get over it!” or, ”FIC is a gift!” or, “When you complain about your cat’s bladder you are tarnishing ALL cats with FIC and making other owners think that it’s okay to put their FIC cats to sleep!”
I don’t think any of that is true. I’m just tired of cleaning up cat pee, and sometimes I just need to gripe about it with others in the FIC community; because a group gripe can be good for the soul, releases some steam, and makes us all able to soldier on better for the long run.
What some cat enthusiasts don’t seem to realize is that while yes, we all know and expect that pets will be a lot of work when they are babies, with FIC, that work goes on for years and years and years. It’s one thing to house-break a kitten or puppy for the first year or two, which is what every pet owner knowingly signs up for, but it’s a different story when you are still doing it eight (or ten, or twenty) years later.
Acknowledging this hardship doesn’t change our love for our cats. It doesn’t make them “less than.” It doesn’t diminish our FIC cats in any way to say that we are just a little weary of cleaning up their pee every day, year after year. And yet, I can’t say any of this to the people in those forums without having my voice silenced. So I say it here instead, because this is a safe place free of judgment and scorn.
In conclusion, I would like to state that despite my struggles, I fully accept that FIC is something to be embraced and accommodated, not marginalized. Additionally, if you or someone you love is living with FIC, you can join the Indoor Cat Initiative which not only celebrates and promotes feline bladder diversity, but also lobbies for pet insurance reform. You’ve probably even seen their awareness ribbon which is made out of string and dangling toys. January is Fresh Water Month, and February is the annual Clean Litter Box Campaign. Best of all, there are actual cats on their board. United, we can all make a difference.
*Prior to telling Abbott’s story, implied consent was first obtained.



I have been lurking here on and off for months but I don’t think I have commented before, but I just have to come out and tell you how much I love your posts, they really help me to lighten up! And by the way, Abbott is absolutely gorgeous! As the owner of a BT cat I can only imagine the challenges you face, you’re doing an amazing job!
LOVE IT!!! You amazing molly mom. And your commentors are brilliant too! Love it all.
Absolutely amazeballs!
Where are the feline self-advocates?
You, my friend, are a genius. BRAVO.
Awesome!
If you happen to know about any support groups for bladder-typical feline siblings, I do hope you’ll share that information.
Ah, yes, the invisible victims.
Oh dear, ALL cats do that.
Also, you are fucking brilliant.
I fucking appreciate that.
This is a whole heapin’ helping of awesome! My wife and I recently found this website, and we have been laughing ever since. (This really helps in our spectrumy little world!)
Thank you, and welcome!
You know, if you really loved that cat you wouldn’t put his picture on the Internet like this. He’s going to be recognized by all the other cats on the block now. He’ll be mocked by the strays. You selfish attention monger. I suppose I’ll be seeing you on “Good Morning America.”
Fingers crossed, Dana! I just have to finish writing my “I Am Garfield’s Mother” piece first.
Brilliant points well made, I have a bladder problem too, and have to say I nearly wet myself reading this. You are a truly gifted writer, thank you, Erica, for everything you said.
Thank you. You know, the meds are virtually interchangeable. My cat and I are on identical doses of Prozac!
Really nicely done.
Also, can you send me another one of those awareness ribbons? My cat ate mine.
Oh, Erica, how I love thee.
Once again, hit the nail square on the head! Thank you for voicing what many of us just think….
Don’t forget, January is also LIGHT IT UP WHITE month for FIC
Oh. This is awkward… Light It Up White is actually that *other* organization. I’m afraid they just don’t speak for my cat.
OMG I LOVE YOU! Hysterical!
Oh, you should know who loves you. If I remain anonymous as above, that’s stalkery. If I’m just some random on the interwebz with a blog, much less creepy.
And the comment below…about the spanking? Brilliant!
Hey there, Whacamole, haven’t seen you here in a while! Yes, Lorri’s comment is extra hilarious if you know her in person, because she always tells us our sons just need a good spanking.
Don’t they, though? Or perhaps, you do, Miss Grey…
I must pop by more frequently. You are 100 percent right!
that cat just needs a good spanking.
lol
lol ! You have such a gift! Both in FIC and in humor.
Brilliant!!!
Awesome Erica…!