*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[EmtheFishLady]

A girl gets stuck one time, and the whole dang kingdom goes insane.

I like your idea Bunny. Although what I SHOULD have done was just make him go instead. Lesson learned.

 

[Bunnylady]

I can't say about wenching or winching, but I'd been thinking there are some folks around here who might be wincing if this keeps up . . . .

Soooo, anybody want a cat?

Our cats are not allowed on the counters or the stove, but they seem to need to be reminded of that, frequently. They are allowed on top of some of the kitchen cabinets - cats like to get into high places, and there's not much harm they can do up there. (The bi-fold doors to the pantry are always open, and we have two cats that like to sit on top of them like twin gargoyles). A couple of nights ago, one of the cats was on top of the cabinet over the stove. I don't think I'd ever seen her there before, and though I didn't say anything, maybe she felt my disapproval, because she suddenly got down. She didn't go back the way she came - oh, no! - she jumped straight down to the floor.

The problem was, there was a pan of lasagna on the stove, with a spatula in it. As the cat went flying past, she hit the handle of the spatula, which went catapulting into the air. A mixture of tomato sauce and ricotta cheese (which looks disGUSTing, BTW) got slung up the wall and even onto the (textured) ceiling. There was goo on the cabinets, on the window over the kitchen sink; I found a piece of pasta in a basket of eggs that was sitting beside the sink. Critter happened to be standing near the stove, and there was a line of the mess up the back of his shirt; a fair quantity was on his foot where the spatula finally came to rest. There was sauce on the cat; I found splatters on the floor as much as 8 feet away.

Critter looked at the wall, the ceiling, the cat, his foot, took a deep breath, and said . . . . . . ."I think I'll go to bed now." He walked out of the room, muttering "stupid cat."

I've made sure - the cat cannot get up there any more.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I dunno. This ain't 'zactly a Cinderella story. For one thing, the Queen's prince don't seem to waste much time on charm.

Ain't that the dang truth...be more like a fairytale...if fairytale a were really Monty Python skits.

 

[vehve]

Bunny, cleaning the mess was probably a pain, but I have to admit, it sounds awfully comical to me

If only you would have caught that on video...

 

[Bunnylady]

Bunny, cleaning the mess was probably a pain, but I have to admit, it sounds awfully comical to me

If only you would have caught that on video...

Vehve, if I hadn't learned how to laugh at trouble, I probably would be dead by now.


It was a nuisance, but the only really annoying bit was the ceiling. I used a toothbrush to tease the goo off, but the stuff is porous; I had to use bleach to get the stain off.

 

[vehve]

Ceilings can be really tricky, it can sometimes be almost impossible to get stains out completely. They reflect light in an angle that often makes the slightest differences stand out.

 

[hennible]

I  can't say about wenching or winching, but I'd been thinking there are some folks around here who might be wincing if this keeps up . . . .






Soooo, anybody want a cat?


Our cats are not allowed on the counters or the stove, but they seem to need to be reminded of that, frequently. They are allowed on top of some of the kitchen cabinets - cats like to get into high places, and there's not much harm they can do up there. (The bi-fold doors to the pantry are always open, and we have two cats that like to sit on top of them like twin gargoyles). A couple of nights ago, one of the cats was on top of the cabinet over the stove. I don't think I'd ever seen her there before, and though I didn't say anything, maybe she felt my disapproval, because she suddenly got down. She didn't go back the way she came - oh, no! - she jumped straight down to the floor. 

The problem was, there was a pan of lasagna on the stove, with a spatula in it. As the cat went flying past, she hit the handle of the spatula, which went catapulting into the air. A mixture of tomato sauce and ricotta cheese (which looks disGUSTing, BTW) got slung up the wall and even onto the (textured) ceiling. There was goo on the cabinets, on the window over the kitchen sink; I found a piece of pasta in a basket of eggs that was sitting beside the sink. Critter happened to be standing near the stove, and there was a line of the mess up the back of his shirt; a fair quantity was on his foot where the spatula finally came to rest. There was sauce on the cat; I found splatters on the floor as much as 8 feet away. 

Critter looked at the wall, the ceiling, the cat, his foot, took a deep breath, and said . . . . . . ."I think I'll go to bed now." He walked out of the room, muttering "stupid cat."

I've made sure - the cat cannot get up there any more.  

I have too many cats, maybe perchie.girl wants it

 

[Wisher1000]

I will try to keep my diatribe on inside cats to myself.

We have an inside dog, only because I was outvoted and DH loves small dogs - a compromise on my part, but I still threaten to get rid of her, from time to time. But a cat will never live inside my house, I draw the line there. Don't get me wrong, I love animals, and I do, sometimes, do things that non-animal lovers would consider odd, but I could never get past the thought of preparing food on a counter where a bare cat butt has sat, or that has been walked on by little cat feet that had just recently been in the litter box.

I really like barn cats, and feed store cats, though.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I don't like cats. We have one at the store that someone dropped off. It's a Persian. Looks like an owl. It's grumpy and demanding...I'd get rid of it if it didn't remind me so much of myself.

 

[vehve]

I liked my grandmother's cats, they were allowed in the house too, but they didn't climb on the counters. But they spent loads of time outside too, free to go as they wanted.