Outsmarting a cat.

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Sassy is still reluctant to go near the water fountain.  I am happy to see her fuss.  It isn't a love-hate thing.  It is just that I know she will become... better for it.  It will hurt.  Learning can do that.  I know this.  She has lost a little weight, on top of it.  I don't let her eat what Sam leaves.  Meaning she HAS to go in there for food.  Not only is her food in there, so is the dry food.  As to water?  I don't there there are any other sources.  There is the toilet, but due to the depth of the water and the large size of the bowl, the chance of going swimming is too great.  Actually, I don't think she can reach the water without going in.  It is entertaining.

While I haven't been doing anything at great speed, I am doing little things here and there.  I pulled fish, thawed it in an enclosed water bath, then baked it most of the way done, frying it the last third of the way.  Keeping up on tea as well, brewing a fresh pot before I finish one of the half gallon jars completely.  The system works.  It is just that sometimes, when I am doing other heavier work, keeping up on everything else isn't possible.

A shower, probably, shortly.  Oh, and cleaning out a bit of spilled blood in one of the refrigerator bins and along one of the surfaces, and below the bins.  Ugh.  I saw it a bit ago but was doing too much else to get to it.  Oh, while the bloody bin soaks, I also got in and removed several groups of veggies.  Some of it was already chopped.  What wasn't got chopped.  Yeah, I think that works better.

After cleaning the refrigerator I hope to get a shower, dry off naturally, then go on to bed for a bit.  I'll set the alarm in an attempt to get to the post office.  Sprinkler heads, large brimmed straw hats, and... something else.  I might be running short on time on one of the packages.  I'll surely try to get in today.  A nap might be enough.  Later.