[Eighth in the highly unpopular "metaphor series." See also: New Orleans , Bicycling/Dancing , Vikings stadium/Star Wars , bikes/guns , gas/pop , NIMBY/Amtrak , and soup/housing .] [The guilty party.] The other day, my cat peed in my sandal again. This happens about once every six months and each time I curse loudly and then begin cleaning up. I scrub the sandal with baking soda and soap and leave it out in the sun to dry. The one thing I don�t do is yell at my cat. (I think I did it once, years ago, when catching her in the act. She ran away of course, but she kept peeing.) Yelling at the cat is pretty much the most useless possible reaction to the situation. It accomplishes nothing because cats do not speak english, nor do they comprehend human communication. Talking to your cat is a meaningless gesture*. Instead, the only effective response to a cat peeing in the house is environmental. Re-double your efforts to keep the cat box...