6 Tricks Pet Owners Will Love

I’m not talking about sit, stay, and roll over. These tricks will save you time, money, and sanity.

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Our Story:

In 2010, my husband and I got married. We formed a blended family. He came to the relationship with two cats, and so did I. Our cats were pretty old.* We loved them all.** But we knew, realistically, that they wouldn’t be with us for much longer.***

* We only THOUGHT our cats were old. It turns out, they were just middle-aged.
** I loved them all. My husband loved two and a half of them.
*** We were wrong. So wrong.

For our one year anniversary, we got a puppy.

Six years have passed. We’re still married. We still have our dog and all four of our cats. The oldest cat is 17 and a half. The youngest is 14. The dog is 5.

In case you’re not keeping up with the math, that’s 2 cats + 2 cats = 4 cats + 1 dog = 5 pets = 5 pet mouths (requiring feeding, often prone to vomiting), 5 pet butts (doing what pet butts do best), 10 pet ears (for ignoring our verbal commands), 20 pet legs (perfect for tracking mud, clawing furniture, and being sat upon by unwary humans), and 1,000,000,000,000 pet hairs (to be spread in every space, container, nook, cranny, appliance, and orifice, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year for 6 years****).

**** and counting.

How to Stay Married in a House Full of Pets

We live in a house with four indoor cats and one mostly-indoor, sixty-pound dog. It’s like a zoo but with fewer cages and more chaos. The lolling tongues and wagging tails and cute cat naps and furry snuggles definitely help, but cleaning up after these adorable creatures is exhausting, and maintaining a living space that’s suitable for both the animals and their human companions can be a challenge.

Here are a few things that have helped us preserve a moderate level of sanity.

Level 1: BASIC

Trick #1: The marinade is the key.

Problem: Cat toys are expensive and the allure wears off too quickly.
Solution: Marinate in catnip.

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There’s no need to buy new cat toys when all the good smells wear off the old ones. Just buy a bag of catnip and marinate the old toys in it. The longer they’re in there, the better, so I keep one or two toys in the catnip at all times and periodically switch them out.

Catnip toys keep cats happy. Happy cats are less likely to knock random objects off your desk.*****

***** not actually proven

Trick #2: This weapon will be called… the FURMINATOR.

Problem: HAIR and lots of it
Solution: The FURMINATOR

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These grooming tools are not cheap, but they actually work. Five minutes of brushing your cat or dog with this brush and you’ll remove so much hair and undercoat you won’t believe it. It truly does reduce shedding and hairballs.

We have this one for the dog and this one for the cats.

The only catch is, you actually have to USE it, which I sometimes forget to do.

Level 2: ADVANCED

Trick #3: A Litter Box Fit for a King

Problem: Litter everywhere and/or outside-of-box peeing
Solution: Large plastic storage bins

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No, I don’t know why my cat sometimes puts his stuffed toy in the litter box. That’s an issue for another blog post.

Some of our cats won’t use the enclosed litter boxes with the lids, and those can be a pain to clean anyway. But if we remove the lid, the cats kick litter EVERYWHERE or do that annoying thing where they hang their butt over the edge to pee. So we bought tall plastic storage bins and cut “doors” in them instead. These are our litter boxes.

They’re not the prettiest things in the world, but… it’s not like we show them off to people anyway. (Until now.) The high sides keep the litter in, but they’re still easy to clean because of the open top. Plus, they’re cheaper than most litter boxes and easy to replace.

Trick #4: What Lies Beneath

Problem: Hair, drool, and that all-encompassing DOG STINK on your furniture
Solution: Treat your dog like a baby.

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We let our dog get on the furniture, in moderation, meaning we gave him one section of the couch (the largest section, for some reason) and some space on the bed in my office. When he was a puppy, simply putting down a towel or blanket for him to lay on was sufficient to keep the cushions and bedding underneath clean. But now that he’s a full-grown, sixty-pound, hairy, smelly DOG (who we love) one thin layer between him and the furniture isn’t enough. His stink seeps in, especially when he licks himself or chews on his toys or drools because we’re eating pizza and won’t give him any.

I got tired of washing the quilt and the couch cushion covers over and over, so I looked for a better solution, and I found one: crib pads.

For just $10-$20 you can buy a thin, washable, waterproof pad to go between your dog blanket and your couch or bed. It works SO WELL. Now Uno can shed and drool and chew all he wants, and the moisture and odor won’t reach the furniture. To make the space suitable for human use, I just have to remove the blanket and pad. Er… and the dog.

Note: Our cat has also thrown up on the dog’s couch cushion, and the blanket/crib pad combo kept that from reaching the upholstery too.

Level 3: EXTREME MEASURES

Trick #5: Location, Location, Location

Problem: One cat terrorizes the rest of the household.
Solution: Move cat to his own apartment.

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Gink, in a sink.

I have a 17-and-a-half-year-old black cat named Gink who I got when he was just a baby. I love him very, very much. He’s very, very special.

He’s also a recovering holy terror.

Gink has mellowed out a lot in his senior years. If you met him today, you might not believe that he used to terrorize friends, family members, vets, pet sitters, and dogs. But he did, and he was quite good at it.

When we formed our family of 7 (cat, cat, cat, cat, dog, human, human) in 2011, things were a bit rocky, and most of the blame was aimed at Gink. He terrorized one of the other cats, he showed aggression toward the dog, and he peed everywhere. Things were rough.

I could list all the (many) things we tried that failed to remedy the situation, but instead I’ll skip to the end. Eventually, through trial and error, research, and a well-timed episode of My Cat From Hell (Season 4, Episode 3: “Penny Hates Puck”), we figured out the truth: Gink doesn’t want roommates. He doesn’t want other cats hanging around, flaunting their catness in his face. He doesn’t want a dog following him around. (Seriously. Gink used to get mad just because Uno was walking behind him.) And he really, REALLY doesn’t want to share a litter box.

The solution was unavoidable. Gink needed to move to his own place.

So we got him an apartment. In our house. Gink now lives in our master bedroom & bathroom suite. The rest of the pets live in the rest of the house. We, the humans, inhabit both sides. We keep the door between the two areas closed at all times. Gink has his own litter box, his own food and water bowls, his own toys, his own bed.

If this seems like an extreme measure, it is. But it works. EVERYONE is happier. It’s amazing how much more relaxed our other pets are now that Gink isn’t around to traumatize them, and I don’t have to constantly clean up cat pee. Plus, Gink is happier too. He loves having his own space. He lives like a king.

That’s not to say he doesn’t sometimes try to get out. Once in a while, he scoots past me into the rest of the house. When that happens, the other cats freeze, and I tiptoe after my escaped panther until I can safely scoop him up and return him to his abode, usually with much hissing. Then I close the door and everyone breathes a sigh of relief once more.

I will say it again. Gink is special.

Trick #6: Deny everything.

Problem: Guests.
Solution: Lie.

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Zora, cleaning her feet where I normally eat breakfast.

Despite all your preparations, there will still come a time when you have guests over and one of your pets decides to:

A) Steal a slice of cheese off the kitchen counter
B) Take a bath on the dining room table
C) Hack up a hairball on the living room rug
D) Eat a corner of the curtain
E) Sharpen their claws on a leather purse
F) All of the above

When that happens, your best line of defense is denial. Look your beloved pet in the eye and say, “What the heck do you think you’re doing? You’ve never done anything like this before! Stop it! Stop it right now!” Ignore the fact that your pet is gazing back at you, confused and bewildered, wondering why something which was perfectly fine yesterday is causing you such stress today. Later, when the guests leave, you can give your pet a treat and apologize and tell him he’s a very good boy.

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If you have any pet tricks you’d like to share… Oops—gotta go. I hear the song of the hairball.

Writerly Ramblings on a Rainy Afternoon

Two years ago today I posted this to my blog, and reading it again this morning made me smile.

Because once again, I feel like I’m up a tree. Once again, something that seemed simple, in my head, is turning out to be so much more tricky on paper. Once again I’m being reminded that writing is hard work. And sometimes it’s slow work. And that’s ok.

But another reason why I’m smiling is because that “first ever effort in the world of magical realism” that I mentioned in this post refers my story “Teardrops and Watermelon Seeds,” the story that was published this spring in Spark. Which just goes to show that the hard, slow work does pay off eventually.

:)

Carie Juettner

"Up a Tree" won Second Place in the Austin Poetry Society’s Moving Along Award, 2014
“Up a Tree” won 2nd Place in the Austin Poetry Society’s 2014 Moving Along Award

After two years of writing, I still expect stories to pop out of my head and form, nearly-finished, on the page. Despite more than a decade of telling students to slow down and take their time, I still rush. Although lately I’ve urged myself to focus, to finish things before I start new ones, I still make daily to-do lists that say things like…

  1. Finish chapter 14
  2. Revise short story
  3. Write a blog post
  4. Read for one hour

…and I actually expect that such quick accomplishments and multitasking of the mind are possible.

A few mornings ago, I woke up with a story in my head. I developed it, tweaked it, walked around with it, honed it, until it was practically bursting from me. I was so excited to sit down and write it out. (That…

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Order Your Toby T-Shirt Today!

So… this is actually happening. :)

I’m laughing as I type this because half of me thinks it’s absurd and the other half thinks it’s awesome. Both halves, though, are laughing.

Why? Because I’m making t-shirts with my cat on them. And people are buying them. I feel like any and all progress I’ve made in convincing people I am not the crazy cat lady has just gone out the window.

How did this happen? Last week, just when the news was hitting its climax of tragedy (nope, not going to talk about any of it here, just setting the scene) and just when I was needing a smile, my cat Toby jumped into my lap and posed for a picture. This picture:

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I immediately posted it to my personal Facebook page with the caption, “Toby writes a letter to his congressman.” It got lots of likes and loves and laughs and that made me happy because it’s what people needed right then. But then, my friend Emily said it kind of looked like I was wearing a black t-shirt with Toby on it and she wanted that t-shirt.

Well… with it being summer and with me being between jobs and all, I’ve got some time on my hands. So I cropped out myself and the dog (sorry, Uno) and put Toby on a t-shirt.

And people are ordering them from me. :) And now I’m laughing again because I can’t help but think about us all showing up somewhere together wearing our Toby t-shirts and what a weird, awesome little cult we would be.

For only $14, including shipping, you too can be a part of this phenomenon sweeping the nation*! (*Nation = a small portion of Austin, Texas, and a few other weirdos scattered around the continental US.)

For only $14, including shipping, you too can be a part of this phenomenon that is sweeping the nation*! (*Nation = a small portion of Austin, Texas, and a few other weirdos scattered around the continental US.)

Before you choose to dress in Toby apparel, you need to know a little more about him. (After all, is this really a cat you want to endorse?)

Toby and I met in October of 2004 when he showed up at my doorstep hungry. I fed him and he gulped the food down while keeping one eye on me, then ran. The next night, he showed up again. This time, he alternated between gulping the food and enthusiastically rubbing against my legs in thanks. A bite of food, a snuggle. A bite of food, a snuggle. Another bite of food, another snuggle.

We’ve been together ever since, and our routine hasn’t changed much. Toby, who has an extra toe on one of his back feet, loves food and catnip and snuggles. Especially snuggles. Although, I’ve never done it, I’ve often pondered buying one of those baby wrap things so I can carry Toby around the house strapped to my chest. Despite the fact that I realize this is *probably* taking the “love your pet” thing too far, I know Toby would love it. He loves to be held, wants to be in my lap all the time, and often tries to sleep on my face. He purrs almost constantly and sometimes gets so happy that he drools. A LOT.

Besides eating and cuddling, Toby’s interests also include Tweeting, Facebooking, and changing file names on my computer. About a month ago, he embarrassed me by tweeting to two authors I really admire (Sorry, Nova Ren Suma and Ashley Hope Perez! That string of gibberish really was from my cat, I promise!) and last week he sat down on my cell phone and called my mom. (It was cool. I enjoyed talking to her.) I sometimes wonder if he has a secret cat blog somewhere that I don’t know about.

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In short, Toby is a pretty cool guy. He believes in peace, love, and catnip. If he really did write a letter to his congressman, that’s all he would ask for. I’ll be proud to wear his adorable face around town.

Order Your Own Toby T-Shirt!

To order your own fabulous Toby t-shirt (or to buy one for a friend), follow these easy steps:

Step 1: Visit my PayPal.Me account.
Step 2: Decide you really do want to spend $14 of your hard-earned money on a cat shirt.
Step 3: Submit your payment.
Step 4: Send an email to cariejuettner@gmail.com with TOBY T-SHIRT in the subject. Include:
* Your name and shipping address
* Your shirt size
* The PayPal transaction ID
Step 5: Wait on pins and needles for your Toby shirt to arrive!

(If you don’t have a PayPal account, or if you have any trouble accessing the link, email me and we’ll work something out.)

Thanks in advance to any of you who decide to put my cat’s face on your clothing. Just think about what a wonderful (and weird) world it would be if everyone wore a Toby shirt. :)

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[Note: This is a limited time offer! I won’t be selling Toby t-shirts for long, so if you want one, order now!]