|Posted on July 16, 2009 at 11:47 PM||comments (0)|
What is it with me and cat litter?
I was changing the cat litter last weekend, and something particularly unpleasant happened. I emptied the old litter into an old Sainsbury's bag for disposal. I then picked it up to dispose of it down the chute. And there was a hole in the bag. A big hole. And it went all over the floor. And onto my feet. Into my slippers. Ew!
Ew, ew, ew!
I took me three times as long to sort out the cat litter that day.
'Tifa came in at one point, looked at the mess, meowed, turned her nose up, and left again. Bless her - I reckon, like you probably are, she was amused by my misfortune.
|Posted on June 3, 2009 at 11:58 PM||comments (0)|
For a girl so divalicious, 'Tifa can be as common as muck...
When my friend Philip was round my place recently, 'Tifa was doing her usual friendly thing of coming into the room where we were and meowing at us until she got attention and cuddles. She suddenly rushed off with no warning. We speculated that she was off for a call of nature. A minute or so later, she returned and proceeded to use her front paws to propel herself across from one side of the rug to the other on her bum with her back legs in the air. She then proceeded to lick the same area.
Upon checking, she had indeed paid the litter a visit. So she was blatantly wiping her backside right in front of Philip and me.
|Posted on May 22, 2009 at 10:22 PM||comments (0)|
Another incident with cat litter!
I recently changed the cat litter I use for 'Tifa. I decided that I would like to get something a bit classier that Sainsbury's Basics litter, and went to a local pet shop to get some better quality stuff. So I got a huge 30 litre bag of posh litter that has extra absorbancy, odour control, and various other whistles and bobbles.
So I started using the new litter, and, oh dear, we have encountered a problem. Unfortunately, I didn't read the small print on the packaging:
NOTE: This cat litter may leave a pink hue on white cats' paws. This is harmless and can be removed by cleaning.
So the diva kitty now has pink paws.
It may well be harmless, but I am NOT going to attempt to clean the diva kitty's paws. I value my life.
Pink bloomin' paws: could she be any more camp?! You couldn't make up that kind of thing.
What is it about 'Tifa and me and the cat litter?!
|Posted on May 5, 2009 at 9:21 PM||comments (0)|
Predictably, as it's the diva kitty, it was a failed experiment.
Obviously, as 'Tifa is a flat cat, she never poos outside. This means that all her poos are done in the litter tray. After taking a week or so to settle in (which I was warned about and expected) with some 'presents' left on the sofa or the carpet, she settled in and used the cat litter all the time. However, she would leave a present for me on the sofa again if I forgot to clear her littler tray once a day. Which, I guess, is fair enough, as I wouldn't really like to poo in a loo that already had poo in it...
Anyway, I'm a bit prissy. As such, I really didn't like the litter tray being all exposed, and being a bit pongy. So I decided to implement a cat litter tray with a lid and a flap. Essentially, it looked like a cat carrier and was supposed to reduce smells and you don't have to look at poo all the time.
Unfortunately, 'Tifa is a fussy girl. As such, I thought that perhaps I could do it in stages: new litter tray one week, add the lid the next week, and then finally add the flap. This way, surely even the diva kitty would accept these changes?
Week one - new tray: success.
Week two - add lid to tray: success.
Week three - add flap to tray and lid: oh dear.
I returned home the day that I added the flap, and there was a problem. Two problems in fact: a poo on the sofa and a poo on my bed. That was me told. Ew.
The flap was quickly removed.
That was three weeks ago, and I haven't attempted to put it back since, and she's not left me any presents since.
I doubt I ever will have another go with that bloomin' flap.
Did I mention? Ew.
|Posted on April 15, 2009 at 1:11 PM||comments (0)|
There is seemingly an incident with everything to do with the diva kitty, but it's hardly a surprise, I guess.
The other day, I was pottering about my flat, as you do, and decided that I would like a cup of tea. As such, I headed to the kitchen to make one. Funny that. However, I wasn't aware that 'Tifa was doing her business at that exact moment in time (the kitty litter is in the kitchen). So I went into the kitchen and she hissed at me, halfway through her job. I pulled a guilty face, and felt a bit mean for making puss uncomfortable, but thought nothing of it and started to brew up.
Well, she finished what she was doing, meowed hostilely, charged up to me, gave me an almighty, claws out whack on the leg, and then ran off!
She avoided me for two whole hours subsequently too, and refused to let me get anywhere near her! It'd be okay if she didn't regularly saunter into the bathroom when I'm on the loo or in the shower!
Such a diva!