|Like I even considered it|
I also didn't try to provide kid games and crafts. I just booked an indoor jump house place and had Faith and her friends run wild. After they were good and sweaty, they stuffed themselves with cake, popcorn, and juice. It was a pretty wild party by preschooler standards.
|This is just the little kid area, they have bigger stuff in the back|
Faith had a great time and the whole thing was easy because I didn't have to set up or clean up. For those who are like "Oh, why don't you just light a cigar with a rolled up twenty you rich twat!" I'd like to point out that this year's party was cheaper than last years, so doing it yourself doesn't mean cheaper. I'm on team Sandra Dee and by semi-homemade, I mean that I brought the Capri Suns and a cooler.
The rest of the weekend was spent outside in the beautiful weather, or inside getting to know our new addition, who is now named "Kitty Mittens" by Faith. My husband put in cat doors for her, which is good because I don't have to guard Peanut from going downstairs to eat out of the litter box or open or close the basement door at the cat's whim. Now she can come and go whenever she wants. The bad news is now she can come and go whenever she wants, which seems to include pouncing on my husband periodically during the night. He's a patient guy, but that's a good way to push his buttons.
The other cat lady issue I'm having is trying to change the litter type. I thought I could just force her hand (paw?) like I did with the water issue. When she first came home, she wanted moving water instead of still water. Well, I'd like a fucking pony so we both get to live with disappointment and tap water. It only took her a day to realize that still water isn't so bad and I foolishly thought I could use that same tactic with the litter.
She's used to the traditional gravel/clumping type litter and I want to use a pine litter that doesn't have that same "litter" odor and isn't so dusty. I figured that she might not love the idea of it at first, but she would eventually break down and use it. I consider this to be my first lesson in getting outsmarted by a cat.
I went downstairs on Saturday night to clean her box and feed her and I could tell that she had dropped a deuce somewhere in the basement and it wasn't in her box. I looked and looked and I couldn't find it anywhere. I was dreading having to go upstairs and tell my husband that there was a hidden shit treasure somewhere in the basement, so I didn't give up. Finally, I thought to check the box where her old litter had been (it still had some litter in it). My cat has a whimsical way of saying "Fuck you and your new litter."
|Keep in mind that she's just 5 freaking pounds|
She seemed to somehow straddle the box to get this done, and this box was shoved all the way in the back corner of the basement. I was both impressed and horrified. I cleaned everything up and then covered the new pine litter with a layer of the old litter (apparently if I fucking read the instructions, that's what I was supposed to do from the start). Everything has been fine since then and she hasn't resorted to peeing on everything I love, even though I probably deserve it for bringing her into a house with two kids who drop everything they are doing and squeal "HI KITTY!" and sprint for her every time she shows her face.
Do you prefer to have parties at your own house or out at a venue? We always opt for having parties elsewhere, because of you know, making the house presentable. No thank you.
Any help on transitioning litter types would be very appreciated. Obviously, I need some kind of cat lady Yoda.