Thursday, March 13, 2008
We have concluded ...
... that the cat shall be named Potter. It seems to be the one we've made work, albeit forced. He's a rather persnickety sort, making peaceful sleep impossible (he tends to try to lay on your face - literally) and drives me crazy constantly jumping on the kitchen table and counters looking for people food (that GROSSES ME OUT - no litter paws and butt-lickers near my family's foodstuffs!). He has a really weird palatte, preferring raisins, strawberries, scrambled eggs, and tomato sauce to milk or cheese. He eats people food. The eats cat food. He eats everything! Frank is appalled. The indignity of it all ... he's even swpied Sarah's strawberry organic toaster pastries right out of her hand. Allie just thinks it's really cool that there's someone on her level who she can practice sharing with (BARF) and reading to (which is cute). So - when he's not that "dumb animal!" swiping people's food, he's our beloved Potter.
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We haven't figured out how to keep the cats off our counter tops either. They don't DARE jump up there while we're home, but when we return from work, things are on the floor. We even tried putting the foil on the counter (cats are supposed to hate it). Well, my cats just shred it until its out of their way, then they continue.
I go through lots of antibacterial kitchen cleaner :)
My BFF tried the tin foil remedy, and it only worked if the offending surface was soft (more crinkle??). Last night Potter jumped on the counter after pizza left in the box, and he and the box came crashing down mightily. It scared the crap out of him - hopefully he'll remember next time!
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