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winterbadgerUrg. I'm not really going to give Nicholas away, but I was feeling like it last night.
I get home around 7.30-8.00 (we had a happy hour for a departing employee after work and, since it was right next to Borders, I *had* to pop in...) The cats are irritated but not yet frantic over my failure to feed them on time. I go to check my email, read through the most important messages, then *CRASH* sound of breaking glass from kitchen.
I go in there, and Nick is sitting in the doorway with his "Uh, what?" look. He runs away. He's climbed up on the counter by the stove and opened the cabinet where I keep the cat food. He apparently tried to *climb* up the chelves to get to the cat food, and in the process pulled a glass salad bowl off the *back* of the shelf and precipitated it onto the counter. I'm lucky they may wine bottles as thick as they do, because it struck my wine rack, hitting a bottle of merlot ans leaving a scrape on the bottle. At least the huge pile of shattered glass all over the counter and the floor is not covered with wine.
Of course, it's soon covered with blood. I'm being very careful, but I don't realize how far out the fragments of glass have gone, until I notice that there is something under my feet. I slowly and carefully lift one foot at a time and brush the one or two tiny fragments off, except the last, which has a point I didn't see and buries itself in my foot when I brush it. Only a tiny cut, but of course it's quickly dripping dark blood everywhere.
Go away, clean off the foot, disinfect the area, put a bandaid on it, collect the vacuum cleaner (handily already in my LR), and vacuum the floor for all trace of tiny glass slivers (first trying to find an attachment that doesn't have any kind of bristles that bits could get caught in). Then a double paper bag to put the big sections of glass in and a stiff card to sweep the other smaller bits off the counter and into the bag. Then vaccum the whole kitchen counter area to get the tinier bits. Then go over the whole area again with a thick section of damp paper towel to get the fragments that the vacuum thinks are too small to bother with.
Of all the things in the world that I've had to clean up, while it's not disgusting, glass is the most annoying to deal with, because you have to get it all, it's liable to cut you, and it goes *everywhere* in tiny pieces.
Then, of course, I needed to clean all the blood from the beginning of the episode off the floor. Then I was finally allowed to have dinner. Phineas and Gilbert got dinner. No dinner for Nicholas.
I get home around 7.30-8.00 (we had a happy hour for a departing employee after work and, since it was right next to Borders, I *had* to pop in...) The cats are irritated but not yet frantic over my failure to feed them on time. I go to check my email, read through the most important messages, then *CRASH* sound of breaking glass from kitchen.
I go in there, and Nick is sitting in the doorway with his "Uh, what?" look. He runs away. He's climbed up on the counter by the stove and opened the cabinet where I keep the cat food. He apparently tried to *climb* up the chelves to get to the cat food, and in the process pulled a glass salad bowl off the *back* of the shelf and precipitated it onto the counter. I'm lucky they may wine bottles as thick as they do, because it struck my wine rack, hitting a bottle of merlot ans leaving a scrape on the bottle. At least the huge pile of shattered glass all over the counter and the floor is not covered with wine.
Of course, it's soon covered with blood. I'm being very careful, but I don't realize how far out the fragments of glass have gone, until I notice that there is something under my feet. I slowly and carefully lift one foot at a time and brush the one or two tiny fragments off, except the last, which has a point I didn't see and buries itself in my foot when I brush it. Only a tiny cut, but of course it's quickly dripping dark blood everywhere.
Go away, clean off the foot, disinfect the area, put a bandaid on it, collect the vacuum cleaner (handily already in my LR), and vacuum the floor for all trace of tiny glass slivers (first trying to find an attachment that doesn't have any kind of bristles that bits could get caught in). Then a double paper bag to put the big sections of glass in and a stiff card to sweep the other smaller bits off the counter and into the bag. Then vaccum the whole kitchen counter area to get the tinier bits. Then go over the whole area again with a thick section of damp paper towel to get the fragments that the vacuum thinks are too small to bother with.
Of all the things in the world that I've had to clean up, while it's not disgusting, glass is the most annoying to deal with, because you have to get it all, it's liable to cut you, and it goes *everywhere* in tiny pieces.
Then, of course, I needed to clean all the blood from the beginning of the episode off the floor. Then I was finally allowed to have dinner. Phineas and Gilbert got dinner. No dinner for Nicholas.
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Date: 2004-05-08 08:07 am (UTC)At least they aren't like children. I keep reminding myself of that. *L*
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Date: 2004-05-08 08:14 am (UTC)I guess there are some good things about a big lump of a Beast that thinks it's too much effort to climb.
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Date: 2004-05-08 11:22 am (UTC)Plus we've always found that our cats (unlike other people's, for whatever reason) will eat as much as you leave out, and just turn into little cat-shaped footballs, which is not good for them.
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Date: 2004-05-08 05:36 pm (UTC)(I LOVE my cat!!)