Update, Potty Training is for kids, not cats...

So, it started with one accident, and quickly added up to a lot of accidents and my cat has decided that she is smarter than me and needs to teach me that potty training is for kids, not cats. She's not too keen on this idea anymore. As soon as I didn't have any kitty litter in there and put water in there she decided she wasn't very happy and did her business in the bath tub, in the sink, and on the floor, more than once! SO... I went back to the kitty litter in the dish in the toilet and she was doing great until this morning she decided it wasn't clean enough or something, and went ON THE FLOOR,... #2!!! It was so gross! At one point when I was trying to move from kitty litter to water I tried putting kitty litter in a plastic bag and put it at the bottom of the dish with water over it, but the bag wouldn't stay down and she wasn't fooled. I thought I was pretty smart to have that idea, but obviously not as smart as she is to know its not kitty litter that she can use. Anyway, SO... this is going to take a while. But I will succeed, just a little slower I guess. The key is that she doesn't like going while I'm watching her, but in order to train them not to use the litter, you have to be right there when they go so you can remove the waste without them trying to cover it up... so that's where the problem exists I think. Who knows,I'll figure it out one of these days. Sorry no pictures, I'm thinking of you, really, you don't want to see any of this.

My Heart Is Broken!

Okay, so here's a good one. We just got back from the swimming pool and I got the girls all dressed in the pajamas and getting ready for bed while I'm still in my swimsuit, so I'm trying to find a second to go get changed and Tori comes running into my bathroom while I'm picking out my pajamas, "Abbie has the water bottle and she's getting EVERYTHING wet!" So, I bring my clothes with me, go find her hiding under her bed and I take the water bottle from her. Of course that results in a tantrum and she's trying to get the water out of the fridge where I put it. So I try to explain that she can have some after I get dressed when she's not freaking out, but she won't listen and insists that she gets it out of the fridge, so I put her in her room and try to close the door without her coming out and without smashing a body part in the door. So she opens the door right as I'm trying to get dressed in the hallway :) and she cries, "My heart is broken!" I said, "you're what?" She says, "My heart, my heart is broken!" I couldn't help but laugh and then my question was, "Who taught you that?" She had no response, but I thought that was plenty blogworthy.