I’m waiting for Andy to stroll by me so I can snatch him up and give him his medication.
The game’s more involved with each day, where to just reach down and grab him while he gets a drink at the fountain no longer works, and I’ve had to set up a crisis room where my colleagues and I (…me, myself, and I) strategize best ways to disarm the wee rascal with charm and diverted attention. Kitty, I am retired! I have the time to outwit you!
Yesterday, to completely change the subject while I wait for Andy’s grand entrance, I was in the mood for poached eggs and toast. I opened the cabinet door, the one Andy likes to open, to get the poacher out. Couldn’t see or find it!
After having a little tantrum, I decided then and there was the time to do something I’ve meant to do since my brother was here a year ago: clean out and reorganize this dang cabinet! How long could that take, and, besides, I couldn’t poach an egg without the poacher, buried somewhere in the clutter in the cabinet? [I always mess up actual poached eggs, but not the steamed ones the “egg poacher” makes.]
I pulled out plastic lids without plastic bottoms, plastic bottoms without plastic lids. I pulled out a pan that had once been coated with Teflon (TM) that now was mostly worn off. I pulled out mystery plastic thingys that had some indiscernable purpose. I pulled out gizmos that either my mother or I bought because they looked like a good deal for some small task but proved to be more effort when you used the gizmo or the gizmo proved to work less well than a simple knife or one’s hands.
In time, I pulled out a waffle maker that had been inaccessible because of the clutter, cookie baking sheets and cooling racks, a new set of frying pans I’ve never used that have non-stick coating of some sort that supposedly is better than Teflon (TM), a roaster I forgot I had, and…the egg poacher! Mission accomplished!
While pulling things out, I sorted them into toss/save piles. “Toss” items filled a large trash bag. “Save” items barely filled a suddenly large cabinet!
So, because I wanted poached eggs and toast for breakfast, I got a cleaned out and organized cabinet I’ve intended to work on since a year ago plus poached eggs and toast.
Unintended consequences can be good!
You are an INSPIRATION Doug ! I said that I was going to clean out a couple closets and cupboards this winter .. BUT ! I never did get to it ! :o( Oh well , There’s always next winter .
If you follow my schedule, you still have plenty of time to get started! LOL!
My trick to getting a hostile cat used to pilling was to give him a little bit of turkey baby food in the same room as the pills for a while. Now if I go in there he follows me, hoping for a treat.
So far, I’ve been giving him a liquid medication. I’ll have to try something like this – maybe give him some Greenie treats that he likes instead to nose and head rubs to assure him he’s been a good boy! I’d rather have a happy cat coming for the medicine! Louie, the cat I had before the boys, was a big turkey fan. That was a treat I kept on hand for his benefit. The turkey baby food sounds especially good since it won’t have lots of extra seasoning or salts and sugars like other forms. Thanks!