So much has been a battle in my home lately, including finding motivation to clean, cook and organize.
My hubby has been out of town for work quite a bit in the past few months. (China, Vegas, China, Taiwan, China. Did I mention China?) And while I miss him terribly, I typically use his business trips as my motivation to organize and purge.
I started off well as he left for his most recent two-week trip, and I donated three bags of collected items and some of his old suits to a local secondhand store.
Small success! Stuff left my home and would be used by others. Gently used clothes would be sold and old rags would be given to an animal shelter. Even donated toiletries will go to people in need. I love it when items can be re-purposed.
Then I did all the laundry I could find. You know, everything he didn’t pack to take overseas that was let in small piles all over the house.
Towels, check. Pantry-purging, check. Clutter-clearing, check.
Small successes continued! Huzzah!
Then I hit a snag.
As you may know, last month we took in a new kitten. We love her. She’s tubby but sweet and always under your feet.
And that kitten, she loves to make messes. She unravels the toilet paper nearly every day. She swipes socks and stockings. And everything on the coffee table is daily knocked to the floor – pens, paper, coasters, magazines, napkins, cups.
Oh look, adorable new cat also stole my remote.
Our older cat was less than pleased with the new furbaby. She’s barricaded herself into our loft/attic area and screams (really) and hisses whenever new cat catches her eye.
Unhappy old cat, perched in the loft
Oh, and she started to poop up there. (And yes, there was a litter box in the next room. She used that too, but apparently leaving piles in the loft was far better.)
Most definitely, that was NOT a success. That was payback.
Let’s just say choice words were uttered and she was temporarily locked in another room far away from me as I scrubbed and cursed. And I repeatedly yelled at the cat as I uncovered each new landmine.
I tossed box after box over the balcony to the living room below. (They were later broken down and recycled.) Most were already empty and for some reason I’d held onto them. Some contained old clothes I couldn’t bring myself to part with 9 years ago, when I shoved them into the loft. Some were brought by my mother, who in our first year in the house brought boxes of childhood memories each time she visited.
Nearly everything went over the balcony or in the donation box; Even the misbehaving cat. (Don’t worry, I took her out.)
Saved were my old swimming awards, old newspaper clips and a box of my late grandfather’s sweaters. (I just couldn’t discard them even though he’s been gone nearly a decade.) Oh, and Meri, I found some fun stationary, a 22-year-old framed pic of us and my senior prom photo. I’ll share those gems another day.
There’s now an old area rug over the former minefield. And I added another litter box to the loft. (and huzzah! She’s using it!)
Whatever works!
Unfortunately, she also leaves me extra piles outside the box. I’m hoping that will soon stop.
My typical hubs-is-away-cleaning-effort was officially derailed with cat cleanup – then cat maintenance.
When Hubs came home from his trip on Friday, two days early, I hadn’t quite finished all my organizational efforts. But do I ever?
But with his return, old cat ventured into the second-floor spare bedroom for a cat nap. And last night, I woke in the middle of the night to find her snuggled next to me, purring.
Small successes.
I know this had nothing to do with fitness, but it had everything to do with not wanting to murder my cats. Thanks for bearing with me! How do you deal with a misbehaving pet? (heck, or child?) And how do you introduce two uncooperative animals? Will they ever get along?
