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Comments:
You know you’ve been reading too much of Robyn’s blog when you start dreaming about Robyn’s life. I had a dream the other night that Newt ate all but 2 of your chickens! Sorry! At least I’m not clairvoyant or anything! 🙂
But which two did he not eat – Fricasee and Flappy McGee, or two of the unnamed ones? (And you’re not the only one who’s had dreams about us. I occasionally dream about internet people I’ve never met, too.)
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Would you have to get 4 of those litter robots? At $300 a pop, that’s kind of pricey. Still, it would be worth it if it worked. I currently scoop 4 domed litter boxes every other day and that gets old fast. Can you close your bedroom door to keep the critters out? We used to sleep with the door opened allowing cats in and out, but we started shutting them out at night and WOW what a difference in the quality of sleep. Little brats.
Speaking of the Litter Robots, I ordered one after I got an email from Michelle (hi, Michelle!), because I figure the worst that happens is it doesn’t work for us, then I have to send it back and get a refund. I’m perfectly fine with having to empty out the poo drawer (or whatever the hell it’s called) twice a day – it isn’t the fact that I have to clean out the litter box so often that’s made me want to order the Litter Robot, it’s the fact that I have to run into the laundry room 14 times a day and scoop litter over the latest pile Sugarbutt or Tommy (or whoever) has left behind, and because the laundry room is next to the kitchen, that’s the sort of thing that can really stink up a couple of rooms (especially since the door that goes between the laundry room and kitchen is out in the garage waiting for me to strip and repaint it!).
I’m concerned that the older cats – Spot especially – will be scared by the Litter Robot, so once it gets here, I plan to put it in the laundry room, but also offer a regular litter box as well. Hopefully once the cats realize that the Litter Robot offers always-clean litter, they’ll all take to it.
There’s no way on earth we’d end up with 4 Litter Robots – I’d never be able to talk Fred into spending that much money, first of all, and secondly, we wouldn’t have the room for four of them. Right now, we don’t have 4 litter boxes, anyway – we just have one big one, and it seems to be working okay for us.
I’ve read that you’re supposed to have twice as many litter boxes as you have cats, but that is so NOT going to happen in the And3rson household in THIS lifetime.
I could close the bedroom door to keep the cats out, but to be honest, I like having them in there sleeping with me. Most of the time they stake out their own spots in the room and let me have enough room to sleep, and they stay quiet all night long. Just every once in a while something gets into all of them (I think it’s hormonal, actually – I’m due to start my period, and that always gets them wild for a day or two) and they turn into real pains in the ass.
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The first thing that popped into my mind when you said you fed the chickens eggs was “Would you eat a human embryo?” Is there such a thing as mad chicken disease? YUCK!
If a human embryo were as tasty as a cheese omelet, I’d have to say yes.
(Although the egg we fed the chickens was most likely unfertilized, so it would really be more like eating a human egg rather than a human embryo. And human eggs are teeny, so it’d probably take a LONG time to gather enough to make a decent omelet.)
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Is Spanky getting older? Bruce used to do the nighttime yowling thing when he became elderly. The vet said there are lots of reasons why older cats do that–it turned out that Bruce had developed hyperthyroidism (he was losing, weight, too, which was why we brought him in that time) and that’s what was causing it with him.
Spanky’s 10 years old – almost 11! – but I don’t think we can blame it on his age. He’s always been a cat who likes to hear himself talk (we think he’s got some Siamese in him), and his entire life he’s done the wandering-around-the-house-howling thing.
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Now I’m worried that you are going to shoot someone that you like. No running around with a gun! My dad almost shot my brother doing something like that. Buy a wicked alarm system. Then switch to a taser.
There’s a world of difference between holding a gun (finger NOT on the trigger, safety engaged) and actually firing a gun. I have no desire to own a taser (I might be tempted to tase a cat when they’re really being annoying), and we already have a security system in place – I arm it every night when I get home, or after Fred leaves Smallville for Madison, and keep it armed until the next morning.
I haven’t shot anyone yet, but if I were to shoot someone, it’d be someone I
don’t like, obviously.
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Robyn, were you still buck nekkid when you were running through the house with your gun??
No, I tossed a nightgown on once I realized the cats weren’t in hiding. Of course, if I’d stayed buck nekkid, I wouldn’t have needed the gun – anyone who’d broken into the house would have taken one look at my buck nekkid ass and turned to stone.
Does the crashing mirror lend any more credence to the ghost theory?
Uhhhhh…. nope, not as far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t. I think it lends credence to the “Double-sided tape is a bad way to keep a mirror stuck to a medicine cabinet” theory, though. Lesson learned!
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The smug look on Sugarbutt’s face cracks me up.
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Previously
2006: Smart man, that one.
2005: Back from Gatlinburg.
2004: No entry.
2003: I love Von, and questions answered.
2002: No entry.
2001: Miz Poo gives me a scare.
2000: My husband, the diplomat.]]>