Friday, January 22, 2010

Toilet training update pt 3

An update on my mission to train my kittens to use the human loo

So far so good. Despite a couple of spilled litter trays through my inadequate blue tacking things have been going well. We have been through the litter tray beside the toilet and slowly raised up with phone books part of the experiment.

No issues or accidents and most importantly no kittens in toilets. At least not by accident. She-kitten has developed a fondness for chasing the water when you flush. Fortunately he-kitten is far too much of a wuss to follow in her paw steps.

The litter trays have been moved on top of the toilet and well secured with blu tack. Still no accidents.

Today we have progressed. We have removed one of the litter trays. It has been replaced with a stainless steel bowl. The bowl sits in the loo. In the bowl is the litter. The theory is that the kitten magically realises it is now supposed to pee in the bowl.




As you can see the kittens and I are equally sceptical on this point. Not that they aren't enjoying it. The litter all over the floor is from she-kitten scooping it out with her paws and throwing it around the room as demonstrated below




Makes me wonder if it won't be a good thing that no one wants to pee in the bowl.
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I once made the mistake of cooking the entire 1966 Edmonds cookbook in a year. Now I blog from the safety of the couch. I live in New Zealand, a tiny (well relatively small compared to, say, Russia) cluster of Islands in the South Pacific. It's a verdant, smog free (except for Christchurch), sheepish, laidback kind of a place. I've lived at both ends of the country so I feel entitled to make jokes at the expense of both the Aucklanders (the "big city" where most of us Kiwi's live) and the Mainlanders (the folk who live in the south of the country which is rather more dramatic of aspect,devoid of population). A kumara, for those who aren't aware, is the Maori (the native peoples of NZ)word for sweet potato - generally refering to the purple/red skinned variety with yellow flesh. Kiwi's love kumara. If you dance with one you will probably need to lead. I am by training and past experiance a food scientist and by profession a food marketer, two professions blamed for messing with the nations food. I'd like to give a little something back to the food by letting it mess me up a bit. This is a collection of random musings about food and life in general.