So I used to have a cat on prozac. I eventually weaned her off of it because while at first the prozac was a miracle cure, after a few months she started to pick up her old habits again and the cost plus the annoyance of the administering it was no longer worth it. I've had her off prozac for about six months but for the last two of those, Crazy Molly has come back with a vengeance. She causes me to come very close to a breakdown on a daily basis and I am really running out of ideas for how to handle this.
It started when we had the stairs leading down to the garage and the litter box closet redone. For about a week the cats couldn't walk on the stairs and we had to move the litter boxes to the guest room. This change was apparently too much for her to handle because she started peeing on anything located near the litter box. This included, but is possibly not limited to: bathmats, dirty clothes, carpet, and any other fucking thing in sight. Seriously, on Friday I found a couple of sweaters that were waiting to go to the cleaners that she doused in pee. While I was picking those up I walked in on her peeing on a bathmat and, I swear, when she was done peeing she laughed at me. LAUGHED.
Besides peeing on things that fit in the washing machine, Molly has ruined the carpet in the guest bedroom. We're about to start converting that to the nursery and, after painting the room, we're going to have to have the carpet ripped out and replaced. But once I have the carpet replaced, how do I prevent it from getting ruined again? How do I get Molly to start acting like a normal cat again? And what if I can't get her back there?
The vet determined there is nothing physically wrong with her and that it's all mental. I could give prozac another try but I doubt the benefits will last more than a few months. Once the carpet is replaced in the nursery, she can not pee in there but it's not as simple as keeping the door closed. I'm thinking that locking the baby into the room might count as abuse or something. I've had Molly for 10 years now and sometimes find myself thinking "How many more years can she possibly have in her?" but honestly that cat is as healthy as could be and shows no signs of her age. Jparks and I often joke that she'll out live us, and at this point I'm not so certain that won't happen.
Short of kicking her to the curb, what can I do?