Jan 27

2006

Making Progress II

Um, let’s see? Where do I begin?

So Christmas came and went already. And then New Year’s. And now it’s almost Valentine’s Day.

Our living quarters have made significant progress in cleanliness and organization since I moved in. The apartment itself still looks a little grimey, but that is something that can’t be fixed without some serious renovation. The stains on the carpet aren’t going anywhere. The flooring in the bathroom is not going to glue itself back down around the walls and toilet. The water damage stains aren’t going to mysteriously disappear and neither is that grey tint and funny looking rust spot in the bath tub. But I did get Eric to clean and disinfect the mold growing on the window sill. Although, I had to actually point it out to him. He swears he didn’t notice a four foot long line of mold along the window sill when he opened the blinds thismorning and put his cat up there to look at the outside.

The bathroom may look gross, but i clean everything with bleach or comet every week so theres no way a germ can colonize in there for too long. I keep a clean bath mat towl on the floor to avoid the psychological affect of placing my just-cleaned feet on that floor. I probably replace that floor towl more often than necessary to help counteract the pyschological issue better. I don’t trust that fuzzy green bath mat that Eric insists was brand new shortly before I moved in. It feels pasty to me. And even though I avoid placing my bare feet on it whenever possible, I still make a point of vaccuming it regularly. I’d rather find some way to trick Eric into buying a new one. And a new fuzzy cover for the toilet lid too. It has a bleach stain on it (I didn’t do it! It was already there).

I am cleaning and disinfecting things so often in that place that Eric thinks I am crazy. I have made a point of doing the bulk of my chores when he is not home. If I do too many chores in his presense he gets all irritable and tries to get me to do something else. He tells me he doesn’t care for the serious/grumpy expression I wear on my face during chore time or the particular march I use to walk around when I am inspecting the cleanliness of the place. I think he’s mostly irritated with the number of times I try to include him in my chore fury:

Dude, Eric, can you PLEASE throw out one coke can before you open another? You’ve got like 6 opened cans sitting here! How about FINISHING a whole can before opening another?

Even if I don’t say a word to him, he’s probably still on guard for chore complaints. I’ve figured out its best to get all the chores done while he is unable to interrupt me (i.e when he is in class) and notify him of all the problems I came accross when he comes home.

But, come on, he can’t tell me he doesn’t feel a little better about coming home to a cleaner, cozier place. The dishes are all sorted by type and color in the cupboards. The counters are always cleaned and ready for him to make a mess on whenever he decided to cook garlic pasta. The two litter pans are usually cleaned twice a day and always at least once. I put an air freshener above the primary litter pan. I do the laundry every weekend and use Eric approved fabric softener. . . Let’s just forget about the time I washed his entire wallet. I’ve warned him about not checking his own pockets before putting stuff in the laundry hamper. But I make a point of double checking now anyway.

I guess now would be a good time to explain why we have two litter pans. Eric got me a siamese kitten over the Christmas break. The kitten was a Christmas present, obviously, but I didn’t get to pick him up until the 30th. I named my kitten Winter. He is a pure bred (with papers) seal point modern siamese (meaning he has a wedge shaped head and big ears). He is the sweetest kitten ever. He follows me around and purrs a lot and he is sooo cuddly. We had a little difficulty with him and the litter pan in the beginning. He used our bed as a litterbox 4 times. . .twice while we were sleeping. We grounded him to the bathroom overnight the first two times then we simply grounded him from the bed. He got the message. He never goes on the bed anymore. If he ever finds himself near the bed or about to end up on it accidentally, he goes running out of the bedroom as fast as he can. Eric placed him on the bed a few times and sprayed at him each time until he ran off the bed voluntarily. Now he never goes up there. Sometimes, when I am on the stool right next to the bed and Winter wants on my lap, he goes to great lengths to find a way up without passing over the bed. It’s quite amusing. Once or twice, however, he did set foot on it in the process. One of those times, he had his back feet on the bed and his front paw on me. The other paw had a claw stuck in my shirt, but I didn’t notice and I sprayed at him. He looked SO pathetic when I noticed that his paw was stuck and he couldn’t get away.

He did one last doo doo outside of his litterpan just after we first grounded him. Did that one on the floor next to the bed while I was watching him do it too. But I think that was just him getting the “last word.” He has been using the litterpan ever since.

I’m sad that he can’t sleep with me at night anymore. He voluntarily goes to his own kitty bed when we turn out the lights.
I think he is jealous of Eric sometimes. Whenever I get a hug from Eric and Winter is watching, he often tries to interrupt.

I suppose that’s about all I’m going to write for this post. I have to get back to work.

Comments

-- Feb 6, 2006 @ 08:38am — Eric wrote

Winter is perhaps, the cutest kitten around. A pest, but still cute.
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