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Eight pounds of incentive

Friday, 6:32 am

By Kate





Well, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. This morning the lad came steaming into my room holding one of his favorite sweatshirts. He stuck it under my nose and said, “Smell this!” I took a deep whiff and said, “hmm, cat pee.”

That’s one odor that I can’t stand. And it’s rarely a problem around here. If it was, Abbie wouldn’t be living here. Guaranteed. She is well behaved 99.9% of the time. But I also know that a pile of clothes or a wet towel on the floor are really hard for her to resist. That is her weakness. And, currently, the lad has quite a pile of clothes on his bedroom floor. Again.

Up until now Abbie has never bothered the piles of clothes in his room. But, there may be a bit of acting out involved here. I changed her kitty litter this week from clay to shredded cedar. I have a feeling she doesn’t care for the cedar or the general idea of change.

But, I seized on the opportunity to point out that if he’d pick up his clothes, she wouldn’t be tempted. All he has to do is Pick Up His Stuff. We haven’t made a lot of progress in that regard. In a way, I find it kind of amusing that a little 8 pound cat can accomplish, with one short squat, what I haven’t been able to accomplish in years. The fear that she may do it again will have his room cleaned up in no time tonight. That’s a fact. And the fear that she may do it again will linger for a long time. That’s also a fact. Kind of interesting how these things work out.