Bridget makes kittens cry.
So Bridget makes a post about the woes of living with a pet (something few Americans have to deal with, since NOBODY owns animals nowadays), and I have to console a weeping Tootles whose only crime is continuing to do what she's always been doing. Perhaps Bridget should consider what I have to spend to keep up with her idiocentricities.
I just made an online purchase of $35 on a cat-screen so that the litter box does not offend dear Bridget's sight. I even purchased (as stated previously) a hidden litter scoop at a slightly extra-cost ($7). And now Bridget is suggesting that I find another way to give Tootles water, such as a kitty water fountain, even though for the past three years she's only ever insisted on drinking from the sink (and for the record, I tried the kitty fountain already). I even offered to pay for my parent's cleaning lady to swing by once every two weeks (~$60). I'm trying to be considerate of her feelings, while at the same time thinking she's a complete nut.
Hopefully my mother (who is visiting tomorrow, finally) can either offer a solution or otherwise assuage Bridget's OCD-impulses. And yes, Bridget, I know: "I don't have OCD!" I don't know how many times I have to lick the countertops in order for her to believe that it's clean by all health-department standards. What germs there are are unavoidable!! The cat is going NOWHERE, I tell you!
Speaking of Mommy - this brings up another topic: begging! I love it when my mother visits/I visit my mother, because not only does she have a better style-sense than I do, but she also can be wheedled into buying me several pricey items. Never underestimate the high-pitched power of the whine! Hopefully her visit will provide Bridget & I with an area rug for the living room - one on which I'm sure Tootles can't wait to rub her butt on.