MOVING A LITTER BOX

“Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.” John Muir

Well isn’t that a good quote to use with a discussion of a litter box.  I’m taking a break from a recipe today so you can refrain from cooking and sit back and eat up some of the leftovers.

The litter box in question belongs to our cat, Stinker.  Here’s a picture of her curled up on her blanket with her leg over her eyes so she can get her requisite 18-hours sleep for the day.

stinker

And as much as I love our cat …  Wait.  Stinker is my husband’s cat.  In the hierarchy of important things in his life she comes somewhere between his car and his boat.  No, I am not so fortunate to be that high on the list.  Whatever.

At any rate, I was concerned about the position of her little box in our home, which was under a table that had to be moved every time I cleaned the box.  So I decided to move the box to a place that would be more convenient for me.  Not that simple, sweetie.

It seems that if you move a litter box too great a distance in one fell swoop it could upset the cat and it would find another location in your home for relief.  And so I am now in the process of moving the litter box incrementally over the next week or two.

Although our little precious is still using the facilities provided, she does come to tell us every time she uses the new location that she’s done so and hopes that it’s OK because she simply couldn’t find her box in its usual place.

And maybe we should pay attention.  Change is hard for all of us.  But we can do it if we must.  And maybe if we find someone we can talk with it can go a bit easier.

I think this is a report on my diet.  Yes, I am still making incremental changes and reporting in with my friend every day.  On days of struggle I tell her and she gives me ideas how to make it over the bumps in the road.

Yesterday I told her that the thought of custard-filled chocolate-covered kept going through my mind.  She told me to think that scenario to the end, and imagine swallowing the last bite and then imagining how I’d feel at that point in time.  That was enough to quiet the thought.  I don’t have to go through change alone. Thank you, friend.

Loveya – The Grandma

 

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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