The Battle of Wills Continues

To no one's surprise, I'm losing.

The latest bad kitty behavior is jumping on the kitchen counter and the dining room table. George used to try every once in a while but the spray bottle threat would get her to jump down. Since she destroyed the bottle, I guess she thinks it's OK to be up there now.

A few days ago, I was packing a snack for work when I turned around to find the demon on the counter. I told her "No!" pretty loudly but it didn't phase her. I ended up smacking her on the butt and she jumped down and gave me this, "I can't believe you did that to me" look. That love tap (it really wasn't hard so don't call CPS on me) hasn't kept her from getting up there again.

The other night, she was on the dining room table and didn't get off when I yelled at her. I had to get up, go over and swat her butt again before she would jump down.

It's the blatant disregard that gets to me. It used to just take a sharp "No" and she would jump down. Now, it's almost like she's openly defying me. Actually, she is openly defying me.

I need to replace that water bottle and get several more...

Popular posts from this blog

TV At Its Finest

I was talking to someone today who didn’t know who Bob Newhart was. I cut him some slack because he’s a youngster and didn’t grow up in the U.S. I told him about The Bob Newhart show and how it became a college drinking game and about Newhart, "Hi, I'm Larry; this is my brother Darryl, and this is my other brother Darryl." He was going to go to Wikipedia and do some research. The conversation got me thinking. Back in the day (like when dinosaurs were alive and I was young and there were only four channels on TV), we caught a lot of reruns of what are now considered classic TV. Especially, if you were a latchkey kid like I was, there wasn’t a lot going on in the afternoon/early evening so it was either soap operas or reruns unless you were allowed to be outside and play. And, of course, during summer vacation you had even more time to watch the boob tube. Here’s what I remember watching during those years: Gilligan’s Island, Big Valley (I’m still looking for my very own N...
Read more

February 2020

Image
Most of 2020 sucked. But, there were some good moments that made memories to cling to. I'm going to review some of those moments from each month. (Disclaimer - my memory isn't what it used to be so this is my story and I'm sticking to it regardless of reality.) I moved into my house in May of 2019 and it was already hot out so I used the Arizona summer as an excuse not to do anything to my patio or yard. I don't recall what excuse I used to justify ignoring the both in the fall and winter. Let's go with complete laziness. It's entirely plausible. However, I had to get on the stick and pretty it up because I had a bunch of company scheduled for the spring. The first thing I did was get some inexpensive chairs from Target for my beat up table. I honestly thought I could jam them into my car. I really, really did. One would never guess I was a Tetris master. After several futile attempts, this is how it ultimately went down. Adam (answering cell): Hi, Kathy! Me: Hi...
Read more