Every morning when I go around the house to open the blinds, Sugarbutt goes to each and every window and door and scratches wildly – though briefly – at the glass, as if this is the best way to get outside. It hasn’t worked for him yet, but of course hope springs eternal.

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The dragonflies weren’t crazy about the cold weather we had earlier this week.

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I’ve tried many different things – small corded vacuums, small cordless vacuums, handheld vacuums – but at this point, there is nothing on earth that does a better job or is easier or more convenient to use to get litter off the linoleum floor in the laundry room than a good old, plain old-fashioned broom and dustpan.

Imagine that.

(I’m sure the Dyson would kick butt, but it’s currently living in Madison with Fred and the spud, and the canister vacuum we have here is a pain to drag out of the closet, so for now I’ll be sticking to the broom and dustpan.)

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For those who are curious, the Litter Locker didn’t work out for me. For one, six cats just have too much output, so even though I was cleaning out the litter box twice a day, there was so much of it that it was making it difficult to rotate the wheel each time I scooped, and it just got to be a big, bulky hassle, so back to the store it went.

If we had fewer cats, it might be worth it, but with the six, it’s just not. Your mileage may vary, of course.

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“You may not touch the Suggie toes.”

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Miss Maxi hangin’ in the back forty.


2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.

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