Hey Robyn,can you show litter box pictures? Of your system there at home? I’m assuming you are using the thing to sift the litter and two boxes.
We are still using the sifter to clean out the litter box. This is what our litter box looks like:
As you can see, it’s a plastic sweater box that we bought at Wal-Mart, set inside a bigger box, to protect the wall from Spanky, who loves to pee over the side of the litter box (bastard).
And this is litter box #2, another sweater box. Inside the box is a sifter. I can’t remember for the life of me where we got it – I think at Petco, but I’m not positive. It came as part of a set, which included two regular-sized litter boxes. We had to toss the regular-sized litter boxes (our cats prefer to have the litter deep, and regular litter boxes don’t really allow that). I take the full litter box, dump it into the box with the sifter, and just pull the sifter up, which will leave the pee and poo clumps sitting there. I dump those into a small plastic bag (we have a big box of small bags that I bought at Sam’s), tie the bag, put the now-full litter box back into the big box, put the sifter in the now-empty litter box, and put it away. (And then the Bean immediately comes and stinks up the joint, because that boy does love a clean litter box)
I’m not sure how much sense that made – let me know if you need more detailed pictures, V.
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Is your stalker kitty (Spanky? or am I mixed up there) just too shy to ask for some luv?
Yeah, that’s Spanky. He’s not really too shy to ask for love, he’ll approach and rub against your legs when he wants petting and cooing. But when I’m up and on the move, he’ll follow me from room to room, watching me like he expects me to do something (maybe break into a tap dance?) and I always feel like he’s stalking me. The funny thing about Spanky is that years ago when I worked at Fred’s company, every morning when I woke up – before I got ready for work – I’d sit cross-legged on the bed and call Fred to ask or tell him something. Spanky would climb up on the bed and into my lap for the duration of the call. Now, if he sees me on the phone and I’m sitting on the bed, he immediately climbs up and into my lap. As soon as I hang up the phone, he’s gone.
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That’s a disturbing story of your accident with the dog. Have any nightmares after that?
I had occasional nightmares for months, and even now I can hear the ::thunk:: from when I hit that poor dog and it makes me cringe just thinking about it.
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Your bathrooom has a mirror across from the toilet? Isn’t that against the law or something?
Heh. When we first moved into this house, I actually tried to convince Fred that we should remove that mirror and put a smaller one higher up so I wouldn’t have to see myself. (Um, I should point out that I can only see myself from the shoulders up because otherwise, that’d be pretty gross) I have special mirror-avoiding skills, though, so if I don’t want to see myself in the mirror I don’t even catch a glimpse. That takes skill, my friend.
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Hey Robyn, I read your entry from last year…how are your catnip and arabaca plants doing? We need a gardening update.
This is the picture of the arabica plant from last year:
And this is it now:
You can see that it hasn’t grown much. I suspect that’s due to the fact that I am absolutely horrible about watering my plants. I finally got disgusted with my non-watering ways earlier this week and put “WATER PLANTS” on the calendar every Tuesday. I don’t know that that’ll help, but we’ll see. Also, I think it probably needs to be repotted, and I may stick it out on the front porch this summer to see if that helps at all.
As for the catnip plant, I don’t have a CLUE what happened to that. I think I probably neglected it until it was dried up and dead, whereupon I scattered the leaves for the cats and tossed the rest of it away.
Got a question? Leave it in the comments!
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Yesterday was so beautiful and warm (but not hot!) that we (or I guess I should say, Fred) packed up the kayak and headed for the park by the water in Decatur, stopping on the way to get Subway for dinner. I went out in the kayak first for ten or fifteen minutes while Fred and the spud ate dinner.
All I have to say about the kayak is this: those fuckers are HARD to get out of! I won’t go into detail, but I’ll say that I have bruises all over my knees, and I thought the spud was going to pass out, she was laughing so hard.
The spud went out in the kayak for a few minutes, and then Fred took off. I finished eating and threw my trash away, and the spud and I talked. Suddenly, the spud pointed to a picnic table behind us. There, sitting and staring attentively at us was a squirrel. He clearly wanted some food, but I had eaten everthing and had nothing to offer. He came closer, and then he laid down on his belly on the bench of the picnic table, and watched us. He came closer and closer, to within about six feet of the spud until he finally realized we weren’t going to give him anything (though I thought about tossing him a piece of gum. Heh.), whereupon he stomped off on his little squirrel feet.
And me without my camera. This is why I need a picture phone, damnit!
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