All work and no play....

well, you know. I've been a very dull girl. Somehow I'm more behind in everything than usual, especially dust, laundry, and vacuuming. It must be the extra couple of hours a week I've put into painting in my kitchen. I've got the cabinets 2/3 finished. When those are done, it's on to the walls. Those should go faster because of rollers and a husband who claims not to mind painting walls. That will be put to the test shortly. And the holidays are on the way. I should probably try to pick up the pace, which may mean less blogging.

Schubert's annoying qualities are beginning to outweigh his cute factor - which was minimal to begin with. So I've decided to begin training him. I've discovered he's dramatically smarter than he looks. I knew he could "sit", but I found out, by accident, that he also knows the command "lay down", (but doesn't really like to do it) and thought, that's it, you're not getting away with the stupid routine any longer. So, in one day he's almost cured of jumping up on legs, and is much calmer on laps. I just keep saying "no" whenever he exhibits an unacceptable behavior and directing him to the appropriate behavior. He's a surprisingly quick study. The only thing I've not figured out yet is how to keep him from eating cat poop out of the litter box. See, I can't ever catch him in the act. He just shows up, entirely unashamed, with kitty litter stuck to his nose, and horrible breath. His potty habits are getting better, though. He only poo's in the house now if I leave him alone for more than 4 or 5 hours, which seems to occur about once a week. That's great improvement in my book, and if he doesn't get any better than that I can live with it.

Oh, another pet story. Mao, the cat that painted the house black, was our very shyest, most sensitive kitty. Once a day he would approach me with a plaintive "meow", wanting me to pet him for just a moment, then that was it. He had a special place in my heart because he was so emotionally delicate. Then the unthinkable happened. He was covered in black high-gloss latex paint and I had to hold him for a very long time, by his neck, as he clawed and fought, under a stream of water in the bathtub to get all the paint off before it dried. It broke my heart to treat him that way, but it had to be done. I thought that was the end of the tiny little bit of his trust I'd spent over a year earning. What ended up happening is that he is a changed kitty. He's come out of his shell. Several times a day he begs me with meows to pet him, and wants me to pet him for a long time. He even lets Paul pet him now. I can't make any sense of the change in him. It's heartbreaking and precious that he would trust me more after such an ordeal. I'd never have dreamed it.

Tomorrow is my hardest job of all. I only do it every month or more, and it's a doozy every time. I intend to listen to John Piper's John Owen biography, and a lengthy series on the book of Hebrews to keep my heart encouraged, and my mind in a good place while I work. Paul has to be to work at 3 AM. He's my hero.


Lynn Cross said…
Mao sounds a little like us. When we know we have blown it, Christ picks us up, cleanses us up and then we go back to Him over and over, because He knows us best and loves us most. Great story. Lynn
Laurie M. said…
Ah, thanks for that! You've given me something new to meditate upon.
jeri said…
I'm more behind than usual too, but my usual keeps changing, I think. Looking forward to seeing your new kitchen!

Smart dogs are often annoying, I think. We had one little guy (we still have him, he turned 15 in June)who ALWAYS ate out of the litter box. Maybe you could get one of those litter boxes with the cover. Or put up a gate. I'm sure you've tried things like that.

The story about Mao is neat, and to add to Lynn's analogy, it is true that the more we know of God as our Father who disciplines, the greater our love and trust in Him.

Enjoy the books and the exercise. :)
Andy C said…
When we had a cat, one of our dogs found the litter box to be fine dining. We finally made the entrance to a closed box only large enough for the cat to get into.

Whenever I complained about the dog's dietary habits my wife reminded me that after all, she was a dog.
Laurie M. said…
Well, Jeri & Andi, there's plenty comfort in knowing you're not alone (and in Big Al's chili fries - sorry, I'm really hungry).

And Jeri, you overestimate me. I hadn't actually tried anything yet, except wiping off his nose and saying "peweee". The gate will probably be the best bet. He's smaller than the cats, so the covered tray won't help.

I'm much cheered by the comments. Thanks.
Angela said…
I hope your Monday job went quickly and that you enjoyed the John Owen bio. I have a confession to make. I lied. Not intentionally, but because I can't remember a stinking thing lately. Forgive me. I did make my own peanut butter ONCE. Only once. So don't leave the church and keep being my friend, ok?
Laurie M. said…
Angela, of course I forgive you, for lying AND for having made homemade peanut butter ;-) I hope it was clear I was kidding about that - it's just that Super-woman is the most frightening of superheroes to me. I was afraid I may have found myself in her presence.

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