Cat proof my house

Not-Me. Cats are always innocent

I hate headphones, because  they get always broken. I don’t want to know how much money I’ve spent on headphones over the years. I bought new ones earlier this week, and it was a big mistake to forget them on the kitchen table. That’s at least where I saw them when I went to bed – I don’t know why, but the headphones were on the floor this morning?

cat eats cords

Kajsa: Seriously? Detective Mamma is blaming us?? Bah! First of all, it wasn’t us, but the infamous Not-Me. Second, Mamma is the one who breaks the expensive stuff. She bought a new phone the other day and that’s how it looked like after 3 days. Why does she even bother about the headphones? She needs the headphones for her phone, and I guess it won’t last long until she doesn’t own one anymore.

broken lumia

Statuesque

Granny removed almost all small figures from the shelf before we arrived at our holiday home. I really don’t understand why she did that – they wouldn’t have bothered us at all!

Now… don’t you agree that there’s plenty of space for a statue of myself? I’m already posing, but I couldn’t convince granny. This place is really awful. We want to go home!

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The bird in our kitchen

I’m always prepared for surprises when I wake up and go downstairs. 8 hours are plenty of time to trash the first floor. I wasn’t ready for a bird though and couldn’t believe my ears. Yes, my ears, because I couldn’t see the bird. I was confused that Kajsa and Tessa didn’t seem to care about the noises, but they’ve been probably trying to catch the bird for many hours.

I was clever enough to lock my cats out of the kitchen before I started searching. I’m used to birds inside: about 2-3 blue tits get every year lost in the attic, but I’ve never seen one downstairs. I know that some blue tits are living under the roof in winter, but I’ve never found the hole to the attic.  (more…)

My spoiled cats get a room of their own!

Thank you for all your opinions on my second floor! I admit that I didn’t like them, because I wanted to give Kajsa and Tessa access to potential playgrounds. So I did something very unusual; I tried to solve a problem by asking others for favors.  I talked with my landlord, and I’m so stunned: I will install a cat flap into the door between the staircase and the first cold room! I’m so happy that I asked. The doors are from 1890, and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t like the idea of cat flaps, but he said that this particular door isn’t a problem.

I decided to keep the study for myself, meaning cat-free. The second cold room will be a storage for all the stuff we don’t need and should probably throw away. So my spoiled cats will have their very own room of 35 m2 / 380 ft2!

A lot of work needs to be done: (more…)

How shall I introduce my cats to my house?

BREAKING NEWS

Mamma wrote this post yesterday. Haha, she freaked out in the meantime, because Kajsa had diarrhea. Mamma is too tired to write a poop post now, but she promised to write a summary tomorrow. Urg, she mentioned some vet appointment tomorrow as well??? Check the liveticker on her Facebook page if you want to join the fun (DON’T calm her down, Kajsa and I are enjoying her nursing behavior!!) / Tessa

Dear servants to cats,

I need your help! No, for once I haven’t freaked out, and I’m pretty sure my cats will survive tonight. I need some opinions on my house.

I live in a very strange house from 1890. It’s a semi-detached house, but the house is divided in a very odd way.  (more…)

R as in Ready. The last preparations for my rescue cats

Yeah! I’ve catified the first floor, so I’m ready to take my cats home tomorrow!

Only bad news: the shelter didn’t call me today. When I adopted my girls, they promised to call me when I can get them. The shelter assumed that they’d be ready on April 21st. I’ve been waiting for 4 weeks (!) now, and I really hope that we can finally live together. The shelter is closed for visitors on Mondays and Tuesdays, so my countdown ends on April 22nd. However, the staff has mentioned several times that I can get them this week, so I hope that this is the reason they didn’t call me today.

My last days were crazy and I got a lot of things done! (more…)

Q as in Questions. Why do I never feel prepared?

Ah! 2 days to go, and I’m very close to freaking out. On the one hand, I can’t wait until the day after tomorrow (!), on the other hand, I feel so unprepared! I still need to fix so many things, and my perfectionist behavior is driving me crazy.

This has been a VERY long adoption process, so why on earth do I not feel prepared? (more…)

P as in Poison Plants. Getting rid of my Aloe Vera plants

Only four days until my cats are coming home, and I still have so much to do!

toxic plant to catI’m so excited (and so in love) that it didn’t even hurt to kill my aloe vera plants. They’re toxic to cats, and I want my girls to be safe. It really is that simple, even though the plants weren’t just any plants to me. I was first thinking about giving them to friends, but I reconsidered. First of all, they’re quite big and, let’s face it, ugly. They need a lot of light, so you can’t hide them somewhere in your basement. I also remembered why I started to grow aloe vera plants: I use the gel for cosmetic products. If I have to get rid of them, I want the fruit of my labor. Literally speaking.

It was a lot of work, but it paid off – I got 0,5 liter (17 US fl oz) aloe vera extract!

Here’s what I did: (more…)

J as in Jail. Building window screens for my cats

I know, I’m dramatic, but I can’t help it. What I hate most about cat-proofing my home are window screens. I wanted to have inside-outdoor cats, because I didn’t like the idea of a golden cage. I’ve accepted that the Finnish law restricts outdoor cats, but it was hard to think like an adult whilst making the screens.

It doesn’t really help that my house is from 1890. (more…)

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