Path of Sprinkles

My cousin, Liz Ann, started blogging not too long ago. It took me a while to check it out and when I finally did, I loved it. I just pulled her blog up again and read the entire thing from start to finish. (Good thing she hasn't been writing for too long.)

Anyway, her words are inspiring and her love of God is moving. I especially enjoyed the blog about how we are like cups in how we break. What kind of cup are you? Tea cup, Styrofoam cup, mug, etc...

Although I don't have the talent of expressing myself in the way she does, I can see so many similarities in our emotions. She is absolutely precious.

Check out her blog. It is worth the time...

pathofsprinkles.blogspot.com

Best husband ever...again.

All last year I wanted a Bears jersey but never really looked into it because they were so expensive. This year I decided I HAD to have one. I spent a few weekends looking on the internet for something that might be affordable. I found one last week but Chris said he thought he could find something less expensive. Instead of Chris taking the computer to find this so called less expensive jersey, he just sat on the couch and did nothing. I was frustrated but put the computer aside and decided I would ask another time and perhaps include some begging.

This morning I got ready for church and when I walked into the kitchen where Chris was making breakfast, he asked why I wasn't wearing my Bears shirt. I reminded him that the shirt is so huge it looks like a nightshirt so it isn't fit to wear. He threw me over his shoulder, carried me into the bedroom, and asked me to pull out the over sized shirt. In the drawer was my new Bears jersey he bought for me a few weeks ago and was hiding until this morning. He even went so far as to get a friend involved to make sure that when the jersey arrived in the mail, I wouldn't find it.

Just another example of how my husband is the best husband ever.

The joys of cats

I hadn't mentioned it previously because at the time, it was a bit too difficult. If you have followed this blog for any length of time you know that Moses, our black kitty, had many behavioral problems. We tried everything and when nothing worked, we put him down. It was a horrible experience and I never want to do it again. Needless to say it was a bit of a shock when we got home from the vet's office after doing the deed and found poop on the carpet from Moses' brother Mijo (pronounced Me-ho.) We freaked out but figured it was a fluke...I mean, certainly we didn't put down the wrong cat did we?

(pregnant pause for effect)

Of course we didn't!!! Are you nuts?? We knew it was Moses who was meowing all night long and peeing on the carpet. Sadly I think he taught Mijo a few tricks before the final trip to the vet.

Mijo has been what I call the "occasional pooper." He poops on the floor when the box isn't to his liking and I admit we have gotten a bit lax about cleaning it. With Moses, if it wasn't cleaned out by 4PM on the dot he would poop on the floor...and sometimes he pooped on the floor just because it was fun. We still clean it but probably only every other day since we are down to one cat.

Chris, being the wonderful husband that he is, deep cleaned it this weekend because our occasional pooper was up to his old tricks. A deep clean means Chris dumps the litter out, sprays the two litter boxes the spoiled cat has with a hose, uses a special cleaner for cats to eliminate potential odors that weren't eliminated by the hose of death, dries the boxes in the sun, and fills them with clean litter. The boxes have been cleaned daily since then.

Note that it is only Wednesday.

I got home from work today and I am not kidding, Mijo pooped on the kitchen counter. I took a picture but decided not to attach it in case cat poop grosses anyone out. If anyone is interested, let me know and I will e-mail it to you. How do I handle this? What on God's green earth posses a cat to poop on the kitchen counter...a place he already knows he isn't allowed?

I have scrubbed the counter down with bleach and lit a strong smelling candle. It still smells like poop.