Saturday, January 13, 2018

Asleep at the Wheel

I've been supervising mum's studio upgrade this week, but she caught me asleep on her lap during a bit of downtime.  It's utterly exhausting watching mum as she scurries around the studio, making trips to the recycling bin outside, moving things into or out of the shed, reorganizing most of the shelves in the place.

Now, it's back to sleep for me.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

G'morning

Mum didn't take any photos of me this week, so she caught me napping this morning.  It's been a busy week for us.  I'm grieving because the ironing board is gone from the north window.  Guess I'll have to be happy sitting on the window sill there, instead.  But where am I gonna go now when mum vacuums and it scares the daylights out of me?!  I'll have to find another hiding place.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Smug

What I accomplished in 2017...

This is my 38th post this year.  That's more posts than I've done any previous year since 2010.

I'm half-way toilet trained.

I got sick but I recovered swimmingly, and I'm better than I was before.

I broke my habit, with mom's help, of jumping up on her big studio table.

That's enough for an old cat.

Happy New Year, kitties!

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Progress Report

Thought I'd update you guys on my progress in becoming a toilet-trained cat.

I'm about 75 percent of the way there now. I'm actually using the toilet to do my business, but there's a shallow box inside there that has a decreasing amount of litter in it and a hole in the middle of the bottom that's getting progressively bigger.

When the hole in the box is big enough and I can see my "business" go right into the toilet, and when I'm continuing to use that setup in the toilet, then mom will remove the box and I'll be toilet trained.

Meanwhile, during this process, I am breaking my dependency on litter.  In a little more than a month, I've gone from 10 pounds of litter in my old, regular box, that had to be changed twice a week, to half a cup at a time in my in-toilet training box, that mom just dumps in the toilet every time I use it.  Patting myself on the back.

You can teach an old cat new tricks!

Happy Catmass everyone!  

Saturday, December 16, 2017

My Profile

Here's the right side of my face.  The other side is pretty much the same.

Notice the sparkle in my eye.  I'm feeling great these days.

Have a good week, guys.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Talk and Eating

Now that mom can hear what I have to say, I've been talking up a storm...especially when I'm hungry and she isn't feeding me on my preferred schedule.  Which, BTW, is eight small meals a day.  Wow, do I ever have her wrapped around my little toe.

Occasionally she's tried giving me twice as much food, thinking she'll feed me four times a day instead of eight.  But I just eat it all in one sitting and on my next scheduled feeding I'm just as hungry as if she'd fed me half as much last time.  So she doesn't do that anymore.

Mom's got my number, and I've got hers.  She's my slave.  But what else is she going to do with her life, now that she's a retiree?  I'm keeping her active.

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Yesterday

Neither mom nor I have anything to say this weekend.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

The Lap of Luxury

Just chillin' on mom's lap...my favorite place to be.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

In Training

Today is the first day of my training program...to be a toilet-trained cat.

Purportedly, in between 2 to 4 months, I will be trained to do my business in the toilet, instead of using a litter box. 

I've been led to understand there will be treats doled out to me at certain points in the program, as I grasp the incremental changes and make them operational.

This is a step-by-step program and my mission is to accomplish each step before moving on to the next.

The very first change is that mom moved my litter box to the side of the bathroom where the toilet is.  Actually, she did this without my yet being aware of it, as I'm currently looking out the window and haven't been into the loo since before she shifted things around.  I suspect I'm in for a big surprise.

We'll just take things a step at a time, one day at a time...and we'll subsequently see just how malleable I am, whether it is possible to teach an old cat new tricks.