The last time Rach was here, she was calling me “Deb Shapiro, MALS (masters in library science), CW (cat wrangler).
This morning was cat wrangler to the max. And of course it’s Monday.
Things started with Mark’s furry cat.
Fluff Cat in her “hey, whatchoo lookin’ at – I’m a cat, Man” pose
She decided it was time to get back in bed & cuddle just as I decided it was time get up.
Then I went downstairs to feed and scoop litter for the four downstairs cats.
My black & white and John & Megan’s big Siamese, Kahn, have been having a bit of a battle over food bowls and litter boxes. She’s constantly trying to get at his food, and he’s been using her litter box. To his credit, I don’t think it’s malicious – he’s just a big guy and his own covered litter box is a squeeze. So he sees my cats’ two open boxes and it looks good to him.
The black one on the kitchen counter with my coffee and book, around last Christmas time
The not-so-mighty Kahn, posed on the sideboard next to squirt bottles we use to try to keep him away from stuff
So anyways, I’d been in the basement, there’d been a bit of an altercation, and as I came up the stairs, the black one was peeing on one of my shoes, new ones, oh by the way, in the shoe pile that I keep in the corner of the landing. On top of a rag rug, that I had just washed on Sunday, and also, oh by the way, mopped the floor – because I thought it was smelling a bit pissy back there. Some of the reviews on Zappo’s dissed these shoes because they’re all synthetic materials, rather than real leather – but I’m here to say that cat pee rinses right off of whatever the heck the synthetic stuff is.
First, I yelled “NO!” at the black one, then I carried her downstairs, barricaded Kahn, showed her her own litter box, and gave her a little extra food, petting and consoling. Then I moved all the shoes, put the rug in the wash, and scrubbed and febreezed the floor. Then I went and petted Kahn and encouraged him to use his own litter box.
Then I went to work, and when I got home, Hammie barfed up a giant hair ball.
Hammie in her new favorite spot, bathroom window sill. The window has a stop so that’s all the farther it opens but she likes cramming herself into small spaces
Like Megan said,
Wednesday AM coda: Aaarrrggh, the white cat, who had mostly stayed out of all this, climbed the basement stairs and squatted right over the shoes, after she ate her breakfast. Fortunately, I caught her before she peed –
That’s the white one, saying, “Who, me?”
“Would you go to work already and leave us alone?”
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