I woke up the other day to find that ants had invaded through two of my windows. This place hasn’t sprayed for pests in the time I have been here. They suck. Most apartments I have lived in give pesticide treatments annually. No biggy, though. I don’t mind the lack of chemicals. However, that doesn’t mean I wanted uninvited guests.
Luckily, I had a good supply of cinnamon on hand. Cinnamon is a natural bane against ants; it is caustic to them and they won’t cross a line of cinnamon. SO I just turned my window sills into cinnamon scented minefields and put the ones that were already inside out of my misery. They were after Brenna’s food and she is such a little pussy she probably would have sat there and watched.
I am worried about trying to get her to be an indoor only cat. The place I am going has rules against pets roaming free. I am sure it is mostly for the dogs, but I don’t want her to get picked up by the pound because I didn’t follow the rules. She is not going to like not going outside whenever she wants. She is so spoiled.
I think I will get another kitten when I get to Huntsville to keep her company. I am also thinking about building a little gym for her in the living room so she can climb and stuff. A few two by fours and some plywood and some carpet scraps and I could have a nice little set up to let her get her exercise. And if I put the platform up higher than any other horizontal surface then she would rather sit up there than anyplace else, so I won’t have to worry about re-training her about what she can climb on and what she cannot.
I hope she is smart enough to stay out of the fireplace. Don’t want my place smelling like singed cat hair. I hope I have enough for a used washer and dryer once I get down there. It will be nice having them in the apartment with me. Plus the place has a dishwasher! How spoiled will I be? I haven’t used a dishwasher for 5 years. But I don’t mind doing the dishes; it’s easy to clean as I go. I hope I don’t get lazy with all these modern conveniences. ;c)