Cat 54 Where Are You?

On Saturdays when Katherine teaches, I have morning cat valet duties.  This morning, as she is leaving before I get downstairs, she announced ...

"A cat tower is tipped over!" (Oh so that was the bang I had heard.) 

... followed by ...

"There is a a hairball by the couch!"

... and the hits just kept on coming ...

"We have a litterbox miss!"

At this point, I told she was sounding like the theme from Car 54 Where are You?

The fun didn't stop there.

Once I got downstairs, Oscar decided he didn't want to eat on the floor:

Oscar Eating on the Terrace

He hopped up on the counter and expected to be fed there, which is an improvement over his retreating to the front hall stairs to dine.   Life was also made cooler when Penwiper ignored Oscar and vice-versa.

I can tell I took this picture after Billy somehow detected one lonely kibble was trapped under the edge of the toaster oven.  He hopped up to the kitten meal preparation area with the scale -- the green handled Mist Of Doom is where I left it after spraying him.  (Note the SSSCat towers deployed to keep the boys off the food prep areas, namely the island and far counters.  Unfortunately, I had not rearmed them all yet.)

Our downstairs has been restored to order, with Katherine's impromptu punch list handled, the boys fed, the litterbox raked, the laundry room (AKA the litterbox room, top left) swept, and the Litter Locker emptied.

Can I take a nap?

Updated: There were two litterbox misses, I got one Katherine didn't know about.  There was also a second hairball miss on her side of the bedroom that I had no knowledge of.  Fun, fun, fun ..

Chatting over breakfast

Drew: You know, some people are just amazed that we track the boys' food so closely.

Katherine: Some people are just amazed that their cats are fat, too.

Seriously, folks, if your cat is fat, it is your fault. Feed them less. They'll be happier, and they'll live longer with fewer vet visits.

Photo Holiday Special: Does It Match My Fur?

The bathroom repair/remodel is almost done.

Penwiper likes the new "tuxedo" tile we put in.  However, we're not sure he realizes the real purpose of it.

Penwiper on black & white tile checkboard.

Oh.  That's what the tile is for.

The purpose will be more obvious to the feline overlords once we get the stall glass delivered and installed so we can actually use it as a shower.  At that point, I suspect Penwiper will drop his newest hangout from the list, even if he can get the stall door open.

(As always, click on the photos for larger pictures.)

Oscar's Take on Remodelling

So ... we realized we were overdue to have the grout in our shower redone, and we called a local contractor.   The contractor came in, looked at it, and showed us that the wall itself was damaged.   The wall itself had to be replaced, and of course they had to retile the whole bathroom (tile is a bear to match, it seems).

This kicked off in mid-January.  Progress has been steady and professional, if slow and expensive.

Oscar, he who is easily startled, now calmly takes our contractors and the associated noise as routine.

Any project which goes on long enough for Oscar to accept as routine is too long.