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"Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop." -- The King of Hearts

I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

Pix live on Flickr. I toss links out on Twitter when I feel like it. I'm still not sure what to do with G+ but I kinda like it.


Project Kitty-Loo

A few weeks ago I decided it was time to teach the cats to use the toilet, using this book as a guide.

Phase I was easy. Move the litter pan from the MO's bathroom to my bathroom, because there's room next to the toilet in my bathroom. Slowly raise the pan to the height of the toilet. No problem. Both cats accepted this situation with grace. This was gonna be easy!!

Phase II, move the pan to the top of the toilet, then down into the toilet bowl, with the seat down over it. This was not so well received. I perservered with the treats to reward investigation of the pan in its strange new location, and immediate cleanup of the objections. (They would both pee in the pan but Lorax refused to poop in the pan for two days.) After a couple of "accidents" (I have no illusions here--she pooped on the floor 'cause she was pissed off, pun intended, I suppose) we reached an agreement and everybody seemed happy.

After a week of that, I started Phase III yesterday--cutting a hole in the pan. I didn't think this was going to be a big deal, but this evening we've had two votes against. Aaarrggghhhh! I know they know what's going on--even though I call Melvin dumb, she's not really (she's just sort of a dingbat). Lorax is playing alpha cat games. If she doesn't capitulate, the book recommends retreating to Phase II for a while. So tomorrow I may tape up the hole in the pan and see how it goes, but I am really hopeful of a successful outcome from this experiment.

I've actually witnessed the feline acrobatics that have to take place, so I know they can do it. It seems to be a mind game at this point, so I guess it's a question of who's more stubborn....

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