The senseless kitten attacks continue. Saturday I returned home from a 15 minute trip to get a Starbucks and saw through the window that the kitten destruction crew had struck again in my absence. They'd knocked a plant off a stand and consigned yet another Grandy pottery bowl to history. Then to make matters worse when Sam came over for dinner on Sunday they generously peed on her purse and bag. Claiming them for the cat nation? Who knows. But apparently they're getting increasingly territorial.
Soon they will directly challenge the Big Cat's personal turf. If they pee on my bass I sweat they'll be the ones getting turfed.
To deal with all this smelly business (until the scissors deal with the cause next week at the vet's) I've gotten an industrial air freshener that fires off a blast of lemony goodness every 30 minutes. I put it above the boys litter box and it scares the hell out of
them. It works off a motion detector so when they walk by it activates and blasts lemon at them. This causes them to skitter away to a safe distance and stare back at the unit with hatred in their eyes. "Why Big Cat? Why?!" This war is escalating boys and I have technology on my side. Which gives me a terrific idea- replace the boys with robot cats. Would they leave tiny piles of batteries everywhere? At least batteries don't smell. xxx dad
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