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I turned to furnace to 68 a few hours before trying to go to bed. I then tinkered until about 22:00. I then set out clothes, set the alarm, laid out my wallet, and other such, and crawled under the blankets. *blink* *roll* *blink... blink* No dice, sleep was not even around the corner. So... more gaming. I decided to wash some items I wanted to wear. Laundry, it seems, is in need of doing on a larger scale. But for tonight, just this and that. A jacket/coat that had a bit of coffee dribbled on it (I was worried about that but the coffee came out just fine), a couple of new thermal long sleeve shirts (great for under my short sleeved polos, plus you can take them off in a bathroom if it warms too much), and a few other things to add bulk to the wash. You don't need to add more to front load washers, not this one anyway, but old habits die hard. Then again, I think it does help with the dryer, probably even on these newfangled ones (which I don't have).
Sam not so much as snuck out, as pounded the door open and ran into the basement. She will be staying there overnight, and maybe tomorrow while I am gone. I will leave some water, but no food. She will learn. I have tried everything else. She must be broken of pooping in my crawl spaces. I hope she enjoys her stay.
It's 2:00, I have to be up by 5:00, out by 6:00. I'll make it, I suspect, I just won't like it. I did wash out the thermoses. Only taking one, but it seems they both had old coffee in them. A bit of a soap water and vinegar soak seems to have... helped. Being air tight, the coffee simply smelled stale, not rotten. No goop came out when I poured the coffee out. Yeah, taking along some of my coffee will help on this particular trip. The coat is done, I am just waiting to make sure the rest of that load gets dry. I would hate to end up forgetting and finding a moldy pile of clothes. My mother had clothes in there. They seemed a bit damp, though that might just have been from the cold, since there was no unpleasant odor. But I dried the partial load with what else I had. Just in case, or... something.
Good night.
Cats pooping outside their box (when they are normally of the habit of correctly using their box) is not a sign of wickedness, but of something wrong in their environment that has them quite upset. They don't know how to speak or send text messages via their cellphones, but this is what the behavior is indicating. Sometimes it is a medical issue, but usually they are upset about something and it alters their toileting habits. Being normally fastidious creatures, pooping where they can't properly bury is upsetting enough.
ReplyDeleteDisrupted routines, disagreements with other cats, dirty litter, human-caused stresses (unfamiliar people, familiar people acting in unfamiliar ways) sometimes are causes I've seen.
...rats. I wish the "email follow up" was checked by default.
ReplyDeleteFeral cats are a different story. Irene is a (mostly) feral female cat living in my enclosure. She was of the habit of getting into the insulation under my house and using it for a litter box.
There is no way to "teach a cat a lesson", simply none. They are completely unlike dogs this way, and somewhat unlike women (hey, women are at least trainable to a certain degree). They can be made completely wack by such efforts, and it is possible to turn a domesticated cat feral by trying.
My solution was to find and seal off all possible routes of entry, to keep her out of there.
My male cats who are "sprayers" (territorial markers) are simply outdoor cats as a result. It can't be trained out of them. Litterbox problems usually have a cause that can be corrected however.
I think, with Sam, she was put into the basement either as punishment or for convenience at various times. There is dirt under the house, where she crawls, so my guess is she was pseudo potty trained to that, especially if they weren't keeping her kitty litter in order or not taking it back there for her. And, really, she prefers doing her duty outside to the litter box, if it is available. The dirt crawl spaces, to here, is outside! Plus it is dry, sheltered from danger, and warmer as the season changes.
ReplyDeleteAlright, if you can't train em' nothing, I won't bother. I'll just maker sure the door is shut and latches. Sometimes a difficult chore with two loads of laundry, or other such, in hand. I don't want her to hate on me, she can be a rather... passive aggressive little bitch when she gets her back up. An endearing thing, right up until it isn't! Still, I have to laugh about it.