Of cats and litter

We'd had a litter that we liked, well sort of. It's this one, only unscented. What we liked about it is that it clumped solid with no odor. But there’s also a big negative too: it’s super dusty. And when I say dusty, I mean the dust goes everywhere. That’s not good for our lungs, the kitties’ lungs nor our computers (which are in the same room as the litter boxes.

So I scouted around online and read up on the various litters out there to see if we could find a better alternative. The World’s Best Cat Litter had a lot of positive reviews, although a few did say the odor control wasn’t the best – but it didn’t have dust. We were cautiously optimistic and got some.

The switch-over seemed to be going well, with all cats acting normal and not upset. But then – and at the same time as when I started this consulting job a few weeks ago – someone started pooping in the dining room on the rug.

We knew that cats don’t actually just start going outside their boxes for no reason so we figured it was due to one of the following:

• He (based on the size of the chocolate Lincoln logs, it was almost certainly one of the boy kitties) was upset that I wasn't around all day anymore
• He didn’t like the litter
• Or he had something else going on

We tried a couple of things. First, we got a much bigger container to use as a litter box because both boy kitties are very long and we’d read about how much cats hate to feel confined in their boxes. But he still pooped outside the box. Then we noticed that Eddie was crying more and I could feel tiny hard lumps again on either side of his butt, the same as when he had the anal gland issue a few months ago.

So tomorrow he goes to the vet’s to be checked. In the meantime, we changed out the litter in the big box and put in the dusty stuff again. And you know what? All three of them are using that box exclusively. Clearly The World’s Best isn’t our best option. We’ll be trying Precious Cat Ultra Premium next. Fingers/paws crossed and all that.

The week in review

Random bits from my week here in Boston:

I got breakfast most days at a Dunkin Donuts near the training location. Every time, I saw an older woman – 50s? 60s? – sitting at the same table talking to herself. She was otherwise normal: nice appearance, normal clothing, nothing out of the ordinary. She just talked to herself. And no, she wasn’t using a Bluetooth.

Thursday night, I walked over to a restaurant in my old neighborhood for some carry out. On the way back to my hotel, I walked as most do in Boston – looking ahead and slightly down. I saw a baby in a stroller and then realized hey! I know that baby. And of course, I knew the parents too. David and Fiona were coming home from picking up Sam at day care. Boston really is a small town in so many ways.

Coming up the stairs from the Green Line at my stop, I heard a man start singing to a woman “I wanna know what love is, I want you to know me!” She mock slapped at him and told him not to put that song in her head. I completely agreed with her.

The training this week was held at the Union Club which looks very unimpressive from the outside but is amazing on the inside. The building has been updated a little bit in that air conditioning was added a year or two ago but otherwise the woodwork and so on is still original. I tried to grab a picture with my phone but the only one that really shows anything well is this one from the fifth floor. That's a view of Boston Common and some skyline further out.

How was your week?

Oh Boston

I'm in Boston this week attending mediator training (which is incredibly wonderful). It's bittersweet being here. On the one hand, I love living in a big city and don't any more. On the other hand, living here was tough, really tough. 

This is part of a text message conversation between me and Kent: 

Elizabeth: I wish it had been different here in Boston for us
Kent: me too

But of course, it wasn't different. We're no longer here and probably won't ever live here again. It's taken two years but now I can see that so much of our stress was due to a specific set of neighbors and not about the city. 

MMM 20014 so far

Well, I’ll be completely honest. So far I’ve worn me made items four out of the 11 days of this month. That’s not a great track record but it’s what I’ve got. But to make it even worse, I have no pictures. You’ll just have to take my word for it.

I’ve worn the New Look jacket and skirt I blogged about here (no pictures), the grey dress that was cobbled together and blogged about here, the polka-dotted dress I barely mentioned here, and the pink top mentioned here. I also used one of the bags I’ve made this week. I guess if I really wanted to sort of cheat, I could just carry a me-made bag every day.

My score won’t improve this week; in fact it will remain the same because I’m leaving this afternoon for training in Boston and didn’t pack anything I made. Nope, not even a bag. Oh well.

Can you handle another ew?

The same day I noticed all the gradeau coming up from our drain, and while I was in the middle of a particularly grueling lower body workout, I saw a mouse scamper along the top of the basement wall below the floor joists. Let me tell you, that got my heart racing even more than it already was!

Kent’s put some traps down there which is unfortunate but necessary. We know mice will be a problem until we can get the door from the garage to the backyard fixed so that it’s tight in the frame. Even then we may still have mice. As the exterminator told us last year when he came and treated the house for bugs, we have a lovely back yard full of enticing plants and it’s just a short distance into the house.

But yes. Ew again.

Ew ew ew

Last week we had some really heavy rain and it became obvious we needed to clean out our gutters. Not only was water spilling over the side of the gutters, never a good sign, but we had more water around our drain in the basement, which I noticed when I was down there working out. Naturally I assumed this was from water getting into the basement from outside.

Except that two days later I was down there again and noticed that the drain had been pushed up and there was a clear debris field around it. To be honest, I was really afraid that tree roots had grown through the pipe leading to the sewer and that all that debris was from the yard.

We had a plumber come out to clear out the pipe and he took one look at the debris (of which there was more than before, which was strange since it hadn’t rained . . . ) and said it was our kitchen line backing up. The debris was what was left from our disposal. So $135 and about 30 minutes later, the line was clear and he even cleaned up the gunky bits.

There’s just no way I’d be a plumber. But I’m sure glad someone is.

Me Made May plus remembering my sewing philosophy

If you haven’t heard of Me Made May, it’s a pretty simple concept. You pledge to wear X clothing items you’ve made during the month of May. Lots of bloggers write extensively about it in May, and it's even garnered a newspaper article.Some sewists wear only items they’ve made, some include an item a day and others go for a few a week. I generally haven’t participated except in my thoughts and that’s mostly because what I sew is a little too casual for my style at work. But I am always intrigued by the various levels of participation and enjoy seeing the photos of what people wore each day in May.

This year, another group of sewing bloggers has named May as Sewing Indi Month – with the goal of sewing and wearing casual styles by independent pattern makers. Now that’s something I can get behind since it lines up with where I’m realizing my sewing needs to be.

You see, I do best when I sew up casual clothing. That’s both because it’s within my skill range and also fits into my schedule. And to be completely honest, it helps with my massive impatient streak. I really get twitchy if something takes days and days to sew, especially if it ends up being a big fat failure. I just found this pattern over the weekend, so I’m going to whip it up this month.

So this May, in addition to giving an independent pattern maker a try, I’m also recommitting myself to sticking with sewing the casual clothing I know I can do well. In turn, that will allow me to save money to buy the more complicated items I like but don’t have the patience or skill to make.