Posts Tagged ‘cleaning’

The Bad Kitty Blues

In The Daily Drool on May 15, 2010 at 1:18 pm

My parents and I are currently living with five cats… that’s two more cats than humans.

It’s risky business.

But this morning we discovered that their little boy cat, Ceasar, has been spraying his mark all over the house for quite some time (pre-me +my 2 kitties moving in) and I had the indelible pleasure of helping scrub away at cat urine with bleach, a toothbrush, and some tough rubber gloves.

I think my nostrils are permanently singed…

You see, my parents have cement flooring (it looks like lovely stone though, I had no idea you could do this with concrete) It at least makes for easier clean up; just pour on the bleach and watch it bubble.  YES.  Cat urine + bleach = a foaming, toxic mess that is sure to bring tears to your eyes.  I had no idea, but I almost lost my senses… seriously, I can’t smell anything right now.  They could probably use the combo to create weapons of mass disruption.  Forget smoke bomb, how about a Urine Bomb.  Blech!

Anyway, after all the hidden potty-places were discovered and scoured, I found that I had quite lost any and all respect I once had for Sir Ceasar… and I just hope and pray that my cats aren’t influenced by his bad boy behavior.

Additionally, my parents are concerned that they may have to give him up if he doesn’t stop doing it… any tips on how to nip this problem?

The Mighty Purge

In The Daily Drool on March 5, 2010 at 11:06 am

Ooooo, I have a lot of stuff.  It is everywhere.  I look around my apartment and am disgusted with its silent, steady bid to overtake any and all surfaces… Perhaps it is high time I get rid of everything, for “everything” seems to have taken over, and I’m not strong enough to wrestle it back into its drawer/shelf/nook/or/cranny.

I don’t like to make my bed in the morning, I like to straighten it just as I’m about to climb into it for the night.  I don’t like to wash dishes until I need to use them because the pay-off (using them) is really the only draw of splashing in suds and scrubbies.  I pretty much tend to forget to pay attention to the state of my surroundings until I’ve been away from them for a while, or until someone other, someone from the outside, comes into my place.  Then I clap my hands to my newly-seeing eyes in shock and wonder:  “DO I LIVE HERE?!”

Yes, it’s good that I will be shedding many/most of my belongings in this move.  I don’t need all of these things, and I don’t know how to manage them.  I’m not messy, per se, I’m just very unorganized.  And impatient.  And I spend so much time in my imagination that I’m able to imagine a more spacious, better designed, and highly organized life along with everything else I’m cooking up.  It’s only when I’m out of toothpaste, out of clean spoons, and can’t find my keys that reality comes crashing through.


Time to clean house.