June 16th, 2001

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Toilet Crisis

I come home to find that the one working toilet in the household (two toilets, one working, one not) had just overflowed all over my bathroom.

My bathroom is not looking or smelling pretty at the moment.

Deftly weilding the Plunger of Power, I unclogged the toilet, but am still quailing at the thought of getting all the crap, and I use the word advisedly, that is on the floor of my bathroom, off the floor of my bathroom, and into the toilet or otherwise disposed of.

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Oh yeah. This is so my day.
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We have a cat now.

A kitten adopted my sister today. He's cute and little and grey and stripey and has claws and likes to sleep in my purple hat.

This is getting to be a regular household.
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Never had a cat before.

Augh! Time to panic.

Fortunately, Sis knows all. Am now going out shopping for cat food, kitty litter, cat box, and other similar items.

Also, cleaning supplies.

We're going to need them.

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It seems that Shammash has already been litterbox trained. I brought home some kitty litter and put it in the box and put the kitten in, and he immediately did what he was supposed to, like he'd been trying to hold it for a long time and was glad he was


finally in a bathroom.

Now he's tightrope walking on my arm while I 7888888888888888Y}]]]]]]]

...I'm trying to type.

Cats, as mentioned earlier, do not belong on keyboards.
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E-mail to jenwrites of the Academy about Shammash

> > JL, Darth New Kitten! Augh! Never had one before!
> They're damned cute, but they get into a *lot* of
> nooks and crannies.

Shammash is a tiny grey tiger-stripey little tom who's just barely weaned. He's a stray who adopted my roommate this afternoon. His tail is half-missing, and the very end is broken. He buzzes his tail like a rattlesnake every now and then, which looks very disconcerting. He likes to sit on shoulders, and does not mind having his claws trimmed. He is familiar with the proper use of a litterbox. We're considering teaching him how to use a toilet, so we won't have tokeep buying litter. Between the four-and-a-half-year-old and the new kitten, we're going to be having a lot of fun keeping things nice and tidy so Chaos won't take over.

JL, Darth Cat In Hat On Lap
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not such a crappy day anymore

Housecleaning is so much incredible fun. My bathroom reeks of ammonia fumes, which is why the door to my room is shut, among other reasons, chiefly that my room is not kitten-proofed. Fortunately when the toilet flooded my sister had the presence of mind to grab all the towels in the household (wrecking her towel bar again in the process) and built a dam to keep all the water and other toilet bowl contents inside the toilet portion of the bathroom. The maintainance guy who has the necklace that looks an awful lot like mine came in with some great big tool and cleared out the clogs in the line, recovering the nut from the fan-cover from the fan that's right above the toilet in the bathroom, a screw, and a pair of nail clippers.


Fortunately for the safety and happiness of my nephew, the nail clippers were positively identified as not mine and were proven to predate our residency in the apartment by the level of crud and corrosion upon them.

Nail clippers??

All the towels, and all the rest of my laundry, are in the wash, the sink is cleared, the dishwasher is loaded, I have peeled and cut carrot sticks for myself for the next week (trying to lose weight is so much fun, but it makes meal planning simpler), the litter box is in good working order (and the cat knows how to use it, which is good) and next on the agenda is the moving of the wet laundry from the washers to the dryers, the calling of my best friend to gossip, and the cleaning of the fish bowl. Poor Fireblossom... and he thought he was out of the bad neighborhood for good!