"children" problems

One of our children is acting up again.  Cabby peed on the kitchen island again!!!  ARG!!!  This time the hubby found it and it was none too pleased.  (welcome to my world, hon...)

I was on the phone with the vet for quite a while but really had already decided what to do.  I ordered a cat playpen. 

I know, I know.  I'm turning into one of them...  But I cannot continue to have my cat pee on my island.  (Thank god it's a "solid" surface material by DuPont so I can disinfection the crap out of it... pun intended...)

Until it arrives I'm going to put her in one of the huge dog crates.  She'll have her own litter box, water and food and will not have to be worried about getting picked on by the other "bullies".  But she's so skittish in her old age that you can just walk about a foot past her and she'll cower, hiss and meow at you.  Maybe even try a whap or two.  I think this solution will really help her.  I have a nice sunny place by the piano already picked out for her.

The poor girl is 14.... and half blind.  All she does is lay in one place on the back of the sofa or on the bar stool at the kitchen island, eat and go the bathroom.  If she were a younger cat I'd probably feel guilty penning her in all the time but I think Cabby's going to love it.  That is - so long as she can figure out that they other cats can't get to her....  And then at night when I'm watching TV she can snuggle up with me on the sofa.

I just have a feeling this cat is going to last a looong time....  so I might as well just buck up and make her comfy.  She's not goin' anywhere...

Update:
I went home at lunch and the hubby and I set up Cabby's new digs in one of the dog crates.  Much to my amazement she did NOT like it!!  (at first....)  She yowled and yowled... you'd a thought I really had skinned her!  But she finally started to settle down and check out her new temporary abode.  I just sat there watching her for about 10 minutes.  She used her head to rub up against the crate door - like she was looking for an exit, she got her front paws in the litter box - twice - but didn't actually "go" (probably doesn't like an audience), "smelled" the water dish, and kneaded and made several "cat loops" on her bed.  But she never did lay down while I watched her and I had to get back to work.

After I got back to work I was hoping she was doing better so I IM'd the hubby:
me: how's Cabby?  Any better since I left??
hubby:  She dumped her food and is running the bowl along the door singing 'Swing Low, Sweet Chariot...'