Okay, not really. Instead, I drowned my furniture in anti-cat urine solution (the name of which escapes me), and hopefully that will take care of the stink.
And I'm *not* going to drown her--although a boy can dream.
There is another option, you know, besides the medical one: that she's just a pain in the ass sometimes. I had a cat that would pee on the furniture from time to time, and that was when she had a urinary tract infection. Emily doesn't do it regularly, but she's done it enough that it's starting to irritate me.
I'm still not going to drown her.
Or shoot her.
Or smother her.
Or sell her for medical experiments.
Well, maybe medical experiments.