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yay, so... the cleaning of the apartment
Sep. 7th, 2004 05:24 pmIn other news. I have discovered a horror more terrifying than the freezer.
The litter boxes.
I noticed a peculiar odor near the sink.. and was puzzled, because there were no dirty dishes in the basin, and no food rotting at the bottom either. So I looked around, and came upon the cat closet...
OH. MY. GOD.
They hadn't been cleaned in months...probably not since Alexis left for the summer, judging by the sheer quantity of poo and soiled litter. I cleaned what I could, but the cats really need completely new litter. That closet reeks so heavily of urine I'm surprised the cats can stay in there long enough to pee, dig, and sniff without passing out. I will get the kitties new litter now and get reimbursed later. They also need new cat food soon, there's only a couple days of food left...
Theo is too fat for his own good I think. Too fat, or too lazy, I'm not sure which. He literally fell off my lap today because he was hanging off and I was typing and not holding him up, he was already mid-air before he decided to launch a last-ditch effort to save himself...which entailed one paw shooting towards my leg...but only one claw caught, so he didn't SMACK, he only THUMPED, and that was only because he hooked my flesh T_T
Vanya continues his reign of terror. He stalks and pounces my hands when I brush lint off of the bed spread, he also charges the bed sheet when I try to put it on, and then mauls my hands when I try to free him from it.
These instances are tempered by cuter ones, like when I discover him sitting outside the bathroom door waiting for me to reappear, or when he rediscovers the tennis ball that I brought him when Isaac was still in the apartment.
I continue to try and clean things... I've had success with the fridge, the shelves in the bathroom, the kitchen table, and the bathroom mirror.
The stove resists me though, tooth and nail and burned on black goo.
I now have a bed, all-setup and complete with sheets and pillows. I can't quite decide if I like where it is in the room... well it can be moved.
So, today was all cleaning, and trying to name the random techno mp3s that I got from Spike, which stubbornly refuse to register on iTunes.
Curse improperly formated CDs and missing ID3 tags! (It's not your fault Spike)
The litter boxes.
I noticed a peculiar odor near the sink.. and was puzzled, because there were no dirty dishes in the basin, and no food rotting at the bottom either. So I looked around, and came upon the cat closet...
OH. MY. GOD.
They hadn't been cleaned in months...probably not since Alexis left for the summer, judging by the sheer quantity of poo and soiled litter. I cleaned what I could, but the cats really need completely new litter. That closet reeks so heavily of urine I'm surprised the cats can stay in there long enough to pee, dig, and sniff without passing out. I will get the kitties new litter now and get reimbursed later. They also need new cat food soon, there's only a couple days of food left...
Theo is too fat for his own good I think. Too fat, or too lazy, I'm not sure which. He literally fell off my lap today because he was hanging off and I was typing and not holding him up, he was already mid-air before he decided to launch a last-ditch effort to save himself...which entailed one paw shooting towards my leg...but only one claw caught, so he didn't SMACK, he only THUMPED, and that was only because he hooked my flesh T_T
Vanya continues his reign of terror. He stalks and pounces my hands when I brush lint off of the bed spread, he also charges the bed sheet when I try to put it on, and then mauls my hands when I try to free him from it.
These instances are tempered by cuter ones, like when I discover him sitting outside the bathroom door waiting for me to reappear, or when he rediscovers the tennis ball that I brought him when Isaac was still in the apartment.
I continue to try and clean things... I've had success with the fridge, the shelves in the bathroom, the kitchen table, and the bathroom mirror.
The stove resists me though, tooth and nail and burned on black goo.
I now have a bed, all-setup and complete with sheets and pillows. I can't quite decide if I like where it is in the room... well it can be moved.
So, today was all cleaning, and trying to name the random techno mp3s that I got from Spike, which stubbornly refuse to register on iTunes.
Curse improperly formated CDs and missing ID3 tags! (It's not your fault Spike)
