I'm beginning to pick up on Spodie's preferred means of communication when he's peeved. He doesn't urinate on the carpet or clothes or anything. He'll meow. And if that doesn't work he'll start using his claws a bit more.
Like this morning. I'm sitting at the computer, replying to some email Spring [1] sent me from Oshkosh when Spodie had to get to the top of Spring's monitor that instant, as quickly as possible.
And I was the spring board.
And he used his claws for traction, which not only punctured my pants, but punctured me in the process. It was just his little way of saying “Hey! Give me some food and clean the litter box while you're at it!”
What a pleasent experience it is to clean a cat's litter box.