Tricks from a dirty old motel.

One of the shows I hosted when I was a famous television host who hosted things and was famous, was a makeover show called Stylin’ Gypsies.  A bunch of experts (and I) travelled around in a dilapidated RV giving women in small towns, big city makeovers. I was the host. I did none of the making over.

The show ran for a few seasons (at one point we were being renewed on an episode by episode basis, so that was fun.) which meant for a few years I spent a lot of time travelling for work.  Being a television host that means lots of champagne, the finest hotels, luxury sheets and a personal concierge.  Unless you’re a Canadian television host, in which case it means ucky motels that may or not have been a women’s prison in a former life.

So for many months I was on the road going from town to town and motel to motel.  They weren’t all bad.  One of my rooms even had some very rare and specific porn tucked into the extra blanket in the closet.   It’s hard to put a value on that kind of perk but if I remember correctly it came at $39 a night.  That price included not only the porn but a continental breakfast of soup crackers and a cup of juice with a peel back foil lid.  Also there was lots of hair in all the bathrooms so there was value added if you were interested in a) wig making or b) vomitting.

What are the chances after multiple encounters like that, that I’d come up with one of my most favourite housekeeping tips ever based on … the practices of a filthy motel?  Slim.  The chances are very slim, but yet it happened.

Let’s fast forward to the present shall we.  I have two cats. You may know them as Ernie and Cleo.




That’s Ernie in the front and Cleo in the back.  Never did the phrase business in the front, party in the back make more sense.  Ernie is quiet, reserved, always does the right thing and is a constant model of impeccable manners and good behaviour.  She comes when I call her, stops dead in her tracks if I even look at her sideways and never goes to the bathroom outside of the litter box.  When it’s bedtime Ernie jumps up on bottom of the bed, curls into a ball and goes to sleep for a good 17 hours.  Ernie is all business.

Cleo on the other hand is the party of this metaphor.  Cleo routinely tangles herself under my feet, runs around at breakneck speed or sits in the middle of a room screaming at the top of her lungs.  She has bad breath, she toots, she walks on me and she sometimes pees in the litter box.  Sometimes she doesn’t.

Come bed time, Cleo’s routine is slightly different than Ernie’s.  You have to remember that this happens every SINGLE night exactly as I’m about to describe it.

Once Ernie is on the bed Cleo jumps up and whacks Ernie on the head out of nowhere, Crouching Dragon Hidden Tiger style.  This initiates the next 5 minutes of chasing, hitting and hissing which I watch from behind whatever book I’m reading.  Once the opening ceremony is over, both cats jump back up on the bed and take their places. Ernie at the foot of the bed, Cleo on my throat.

Cleo may have been weaned a little early. And by early I mean I have a feeling someone reached into her mother and pulled Cleo out 5 minutes after she was conceived.   Cleo is a bit needy.

Since laying on my throat between my eyes and my book isn’t conducive to reading or getting oxygen into my lungs, I remove Cleo from my throat and put her beside me.  She then immediately moves to my stomach and stays there until she knows I’m about to fall asleep.  She knows this because when I’m about to fall asleep I roll over on my side and say “I’m about to fall asleep” out loud in cat talk.  Once rolled over Cleo jumps up, walks across me, climbs up on to the bedside table (which is a desk), walks across that, turns around, walks back towards me onto the bed and starts bashing her head into my chest.  Hard.  Like really hard.  She bashes like a little Siamese impact driver.  I lift the duvet slightly, Cleo beelines down, inside the bedding, turns around, shoots back up until just her head is outside of the covers … and goes to sleep.

Until precisely 4:07 a.m. when she wakes up, crawls over my face, jumps on the desk beside my bed and drinks every last drop out of my water glass.  Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, lick. Stop.  Lick, lick, slurp, lick, lick, lick.




And day for that matter.


I used to bring plastic bottles of water up to bed with me but I don’t buy plastic bottles of water anymore. Plus she was always knocking the bottles over.  I bought a few glass bottles but they were kind of cumbersome and I always dribbled when I drank out of them.

I like a glass.  It looks good, doesn’t topple over often and it’s an easy thing to grab when I dry cough myself awake in the middle of the night.

And then as I was going to bed one night I had an epiphany.  I don’t know why I never thought of doing it before and I don’t know why I’m even telling you about it because it’s so stupid.  Yes I do.  I know why I’m telling you.  Because it’s also incredibly effective.

This is what I did …




Yeah, I cut a motel style paper cover for my glass.



Here.  I’ll even give you directions.

Turn your favourite glass upside down over a piece of paper, lightly trace around the rim of the glass.    Cut the circle out, adding 1/2″ all the way around.  With scissors.

That’s about as detailed as I can get on this.

Then just put your circle of paper over the rim of your glass and smash the edges down.




You now have a super-cool motel style paper cover to ensure the superior hygienic nature of your glass.  (I mean it does that at home, at a genuine seedy motel, always proceed with caution.  And in many cases rubber gloves)


Before I go, the date for my  The Art of Doing MORE Stuff workshop  has been changed.  The course will now start on May 5th.

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  1. Marti says:

    I had a cat that tooted.
    I mentioned it to a friend who had far more cats than me.
    She said “Take it to the vet; get it wormed.”

    A week later, no more stinky cat.
    I’m just sayin’….

  2. Colette says:

    OMG. I have to remember not to eat or drink anything while I’m reading your posts. I almost choked I was laughing so hard. My sister just recently directed me to your site and I’m very glad she did.

  3. Kelliblue says:

    Karen your bedroom is so neat and tidy and FUR FREE. How do you do it? I have one cat–ONE–named Blue, and she is a virtual shedding machine. My furniture and floors look like a tiny wild west, with rolling furballs rather than tumbleweeds. Her bedtime and 4 AM routines sound very similar to yours: lots of walkies, snuggling, licking, jumping, thinking, batting, sitting, more licking, standing and burrowing, up, down, and all around. Tried kicking her out of the bedroom once but the results were rather LOUD, to say the least.

    At least she’s not as bad as my friend’s cat Maisie, whom I had the pleasure of watching while she was out of town. Maisie will jump up on the dresser and/or counter and literally knock *everything* onto the floor in protest…and if that’s not enough, she’ll then jump with her full weight, on your head until she gets food. Little furb*tch.

  4. Mayo says:

    Because you’ve introduced me to several books (especially “The Night Circus”) and TV shows (I’ll never be able to thank you enough for “Call the Midwife” or “Schitt’s Creek”!) I’ve loved, could you share the title of the book that is in the photos? I’m due to stock up soon!

  5. Vicky says:

    I have a non-Siamese cat that loves to knock water glasses on the floor, especially if they have water in them. She does it with the attitude that she’s helping us. Can’t have water in the bedroom at all because even in a bottle with a lid, she will knock it around until: 1) you get up to take it away in which case she’ll try to push it under the bed before you can grab it or 2) she’ll loosen the lid enough so the water will leak out. She’s nuts. Also, I’ve had a Burmese cat and 2 Siamese cats. The Burmese was a lot of fun – loved to play with anything and one of Siamese was just a lover (female cat). The other Siamese decided I was his person and would do anything to get on my lap, my feet if I was standing up or jump up for me to catch him and carry him around. He was totally nuts.

  6. Rondina says:

    I get points for not noticing the coaster problem. Busy looking at the bedding.

    Why not have two glasses? Kitty could still have her drink.

    As I sit here, I’m waiting for my cousin to come home with his newly adopted cat. He will be undergoing training by “The Russian” for the next few weeks.

  7. Manisha says:

    I had no idea that there was a solution to this problem until you posted. If the water level is too low on my tall glass, I wake with cat hair to contend with on that glass. She’s a persistent little s**t. But much better than the other one who had a vendetta against me for catching the attention of her man (doesn’t matter that he was my husband first).

  8. Tigersmom says:

    Your antique bedroom furniture paired with white and natural linens is absolutely gorgeous. It’s easy for a room with multiple ornate antique pieces to go all grandma looking, but you have perfectly avoided that with the lovely juxtaposition of simple non-patterned or colored linens.
    I have those same drawer pulls on an antique sideboard that lives under our TV in the den, but I put them in upside down so that they fit inside the rectangular trim on the drawers and I think they look even prettier. They remain comfortable to pull open and fit inside the trim and appear more centered on the drawer. They were pewter when I bought them as replacements for the broken ones on the piece when I bought it, but I gilded them and they are now this gorgeous pop of gold on a beautiful dark wood piece.

    As for cat bedtime rituals, I’ve experienced a few of those with the cats I’ve had. Teenybutt would do the same get under the covers ritual, but before that one began he used to believe he was a scarf that was intended to be worn over my mouth, around my throat or turban-style on my head. And he would drink out of my glass, too. I remember being horribly sick with a flu and having a small glass of Coke by the bed to settle my tum. I put my hand over the top of the glass to try and stop him from drinking it and he kept jamming his nose down between my fingers hard to try and drink it.

    When another cat was ready for me to wake up (translate to wanted breakfast) he would swat at my eyeglasses until they fell off the nightstand and clattered onto the floor. Mercifully this stopped after a few months of my not getting up when he would do it. This was my favorite cat I ever had. Supremely devoted to me and would learn and adapt to my habits. To the point of where he would curl up with his back to my chest to go to sleep at bedtime in a sweet version of the closest thing you can get to spooning between a person and a cat. I still miss him.

    • Karen says:

      Well thanks. The curtains aren’t actually supposed to be quite so rumpled but I left them in the dryer too long, lol. ~ karen!

  9. Mary Werner says:

    In Florida we have spiders at least 5 to 6″ across, that roam around looking for food at night. At least before I moved into a new home with A/C and closed windows. I am terrified of spiders so these beasts constantly kept me near death. I tipped my tall cup of water for a drink and inside was one of the beasts that had fallen inside and (due to size and leg width) couldn’t climb out. But as I tipped it, he was able and jumped onto my face! I wish I had thought about paper covers then. Now, no spiders, cool A/C, and clean cups! No cat inside, just a stray I feed (after getting it fixed) that insists on winding between my legs as I walk in an effort to make me fall and die I guess for fixing him. He actually is the sweetest orange cat ever except for the leg thing. He constantly brings me presents and lays them at my door – half eaten birds, squirrels, frogs, mice, and lizards! Oh yummy. Fun post today and as usual, your comments are fun to read, also.

  10. jeannieB says:

    I have two cats as well. They have totally different personalities but get along pretty well. The youngest, a Tabby, is the one that would be drinking out of my bedside water glass. But what I use, is a jar with a lid. No dust, no kitty paw being dipped in or little pink tongue lapping it up in the middle of the night. Some of the attractive jars that we put into the blue box for recycling are perfect for a covered drinking ” glass”.
    You never know what a cat is going to do. One night when I was having a bath, my Tabby came into the room, jumped up on the counter, and paused to give my electric toothbrush a ” lick” as she was walking along the counter. Ewwwww!

  11. Kristin Ferguson says:

    A story: A man has a Siamese cat and somehow this man teaches himself to talk to his cat, Dr. Doolittle style. The cat says to him, “I’m not supposed to tell you this, but we cats are planning a revolution. This April 5th, we’re going to take over the world. You should get away and protect yourself. It’s not going to be pretty!” So our hero rents a remote cabin in the mountains and holes up until May, when he decides to come down and see what’s happened. He’s driving along the road, when he sees a tabby cat on a fence, so he stops to talk to him. “What happened with the revolution? Did everything go well?” he asks in cat language. “What are you talking about?” says the tabby. He explains, and the tabby looks at him and says, “And you believed him? Don’t you know all Siamese cats are crazy!”

  12. Meghan says:

    Holy bananas. I’m sitting here, trying to relax in the peace of being at home alone with just my furry companions. When I stumble upon another amazing post. Trying to drink my coffee and read the post plus the following comments? DISASTER! I’ve had to put the coffee down, I cannot afford to replace my coffee soaked computer. Cleo sounds a lot like one of my cats, a psychotic tuxedo name Zorro – because he is psychotic and fast like a little tuxedoed ninja.

  13. Patti H says:

    I don’t have any cats (allergies) to drink from my glass of water on my night table but I do have dust that manages to sit on the surface of the water in the morning. Now I can rest (ha, ha) assured with your ingenius glass cover that my water will stay dust-free till morning.

    Thanks for sharing your epiphany with us!

  14. Erika says:

    I thought of more to add :)

    My cat likes to dip her paw into the glass and lick the water off. Unfortunately, that means I get gross litter-y kitty paws in my water which is disgusting and means I can’t drink any water that’s on my night stand unless it’s been supervised. Your idea is very good and I feel dumb for not thinking of it sooner!

  15. Erika says:

    I love funny stories about your cats!

    I feel like this comment should have more substance. Sorry.

  16. AliceM says:

    Karen, does Cleo drink out of any glass left out? I never had a problem with my cat doing that until I got glasses of the very same pale turquoise glass from Ikea. Now, one of my cats makes a beeline for the glass, whenever he sees it. By the sofa, bathroom sink, bedside table. I wonder if the color has something to do with it?

  17. Kat says:

    Have you considered getting dogs? They don’t usually sleep around your neck or on top of your head…although my 23-pound cockapoo manages to take up 3/4ths of the bed and forces me every night to move to the other side of the bed. Hmm, maybe the next pet will be a cat.

  18. jennifer says:

    HAHAHA! Your writing gives me such visuals! I don’t have kitties but I have a little pomchi dog that enjoys seasoning my water too! I love your “quick and dirty” paper cover! I think those seedy motel people reuse those. I know this because I worked in a seedy joint many years back. I bought a little pitcher and cup called a tumble up to protect my water source. Have a fabulous weekend!

  19. Valerie says:

    Your post Karen is not complete without the following quote by Robert A. Heinlein:

    “Women and cats will do as they please and men and dogs should relax and get used to the whole idea.”

  20. Feral Turtle says:

    OMG that sounds just like my sisters dog fiasco every night. Love it and of course you are pure genius with that fancy cover! Cheers!

  21. Melissa in North Carolina says:

    What a funny post! Too many good lines to comment on plus all the comments :)

  22. LiD says:

    “Cleo may have been weaned a little early. And by early I mean I have a feeling someone reached into her mother and pulled Cleo out 5 minutes after she was conceived. Cleo is a bit needy.” This had me cracked up!! Exactly how I’ve described (but in a less eloquent and funny fashion) my silver tabby, Indiana Jones…..Indie is so much like your Cleo…except the litter box, he’s good there, and he beats up our 70 lbs Lab day, night…whenever he feels she must be put in her place….his most recent favorite water source, though he has full access to fresh water? The condensation on our bedroom window when we lift the blinds in the morning… cats!

  23. Lynn says:

    I had a cat that would only drink from running water from the tap. I had to always leave a small amount of water running so she would have something to drink! I had from a kitten and there was no way she would drink from a bowl or glass. Yes, cats are their own master, and they make you the slave. But, you gotta love ’em, for they do bring joy – even when sometimes they are too frekin’ smart.

    I miss her, but I am not in a hurry to get another cat. My dog is all love and ‘sane’.

  24. Bonnie says:

    I love my pets dearly, but I am much happier now that I have a petless bed. Just saying…

  25. Devon says:

    Where did you find your water glass?! I just love it. And thank you for another delightful post.

  26. Mary says:

    I too have a siamese cat. Her name is Boozie. Weird thing is, I have the same water glass from which Boozie likes to drink. I also have the same lamp, (but not at the bedside). To keep Boozie from drinking out of my glass I typically just put my eyeglass case on top of the glass. It seems to work. As well as liking to drink from my glass, Boozie is also extremely food aggressive. Any tips for keeping a cat from eating off your dinner plate when you’re not looking?

  27. Christina says:

    Oh this was a riot! Your account of night time feline antics was so relatable with our multi cat family- we have a glass water dish by the bed for the cats which I frequently step on in the dark-( but they demand it)-love the clever cup cover idea for humans :)

  28. Danni says:

    Ah yes, the bizarre relationship between the evolved human…. and the wild animals that we let live in our houses for free. Wild animals that we TRAIN to poop IN OUR HOMES. We finally just settled on leaving a coffee mug full of *fresh* water by our bath sink and our mudroom sink every night. Now, our Toulouse will still stick his hand in your water should you be so stupid to leave it out, but he primarily drinks from his own mugs. Another solution is to keep a glass of wine by your bed for that drymouth in the middle of the night – Lou won’t touch the stuff.

  29. Beks says:

    Cleo sounds like my cat, Henry, who was also probably weaned too early (he ended up on the doorstep of a friend of a friend, and I was guilted into taking him). He never learned not to bite or nip, which is a pain, but he’s also super cuddly.

  30. maggie van sickle says:

    Cats will be cats that is why most of us love them.

  31. Linda J Howes says:

    In case she does figure out how to push the paper off, I like the idea of a larger. empty cup upside down, over top of another smaller cup, this one filled with water.

  32. Heather says:

    I have 3 cats. Two of them like to drink out of the bathroom Dixie cups I use when brushing my teeth. So as soon as I go into the bathroom up come the cats onto the bathroom counter – all 3 watching me. Once I am done brushing my teeth I fill the the Dixie cup with water & add it to the stack already piled there (Makes them sturdier.) But, one of the cats, she prefers to just knock it over. Often in the morning I will find the stack of cups somewhere in the living room as she has decided that her brothers do not deserve to have water.

    They all have their morning/evening rituals. Even if some of the rituals are a little bothersome I miss it when they’re not there.

  33. Kathryn says:

    My husband had a part Siamese when we met. He made a lot of noises and really hated me. If I left my things sitting around, he would often pee on them (in a purse once, that was open). If I got home early (before Neil) he would stare at me and howl Neeeeeeeeeeeeel Neeeeeeeeeeeeel. Neil, of course, never heard this, because he was the beloved so there was only purring and little happy noises when he came in. I always thought that cat would smother me in my sleep one night, but I managed to outlive him. I don’t miss him. (I do like cats, just not animals that obviously hate me on sight).

  34. Arianne says:

    Oh Karen this just cracked me up. We have a rather similar situation just with more bodies. My husband and I share a queen size bed. Our 70lb Labrador sleeps either between my husbands legs or stretched lengthwise between us with her head at the foot of the bed. Aurora, our Maine Coon, sleeps along the top of the headrest. Widgit, another cat, sleeps draped across my head like a little pair of kitty earmuffs (and has since the day we brought her home from the pound). Jinx (yet another cat) sleeps curled up in the crook of my neck with her face resting on my cheek. And then Abbie (the last of our 4 cats) sleeps stretched out on or between my legs. I’m literally COVERED. Makes for a great tangle of bodies to have to untangle when I wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee.

  35. Rose says:

    Love linen, wrinkled sheets, wrinkled curtains, soft, rumpled and very chic!

  36. Cat Collins says:

    The siameses I’ve had have all been really good (and super smart). Then came Nayla, a siamese kitten we’d found living in our backyard. She’s crazy. She doesn’t often get in your drink (and when she does, she uses her paw)… but she pulls nails out of the wall, buttons off of decorative pillows, and thumbtacks from who knows where and stashes them in the hall closet. She lives with my dad now and I have a little insane furball of my own (a small white girl cat who is *completely* deaf). She’ll not only drink out of your glass, but she’ll look right at you and slowly bat it off the table. She’s also super needy and has no idea how loud she is when she’s freaking out in the next room over. She also sleeps on my face….

    Cats… such a handful, but you can’t help loving them.

  37. Jacquie says:

    The glass covers are the only thing I steal from hotels because I’m a bit freaky about dust getting in my drink, I always have a couple on the go and some spares in the cupboard. I hole punched one of them so I could put a straw through it. Now I’ve typed that, I’m slightly concerned about my mental state.

  38. Jennie Lee says:

    I’ve had 3 half-Siamese cats. Did you know they live longer? Not full-bloods, just PART-Siamese cats. Anyway, mine goes to another room, where I can’t see him, and yodels in Siamese, making sounds like he’s either dying, or wants to. He never does this where I can see him. I have given up trying to figure out whether he is really as sad as he sounds. When he yodels, I just yell “I love you!”. Works for me.

  39. Erika says:

    You got me at “came at $39.”

  40. Sylvia says:

    I’m still laughing. I have never lived with a Siamese cat or twin. I have stayed in a seedy motel (because there was nothing else available in a huge storm) in Louisiana. I strongly suggest that none of your readers actually drink from a paper covered glass glass. I doubt seriously that they have been cleaned with anything but windex. Also, check to see if the ice bucket smells like pee!

    Love your blog. You make my day.

  41. Paula says:

    Off topic for this post, however; I wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed your Lee Valley article.

  42. Susan Hollier says:

    My girl tuxedo cat, Kita, also loves our bedside water glasses. She also has the bizarre behavior of drinking water by dipping her paw into it and then licking it off her paw. Now I’m not really that easy to gross out but I know where those paws have been. I now use a sports bottle. The boy cat, Koda’s, favourite water dispenser is anything that is sitting soaking in the sink (soap is optional).

    • Carswell says:

      One of my former furry girls used to do that. In fact, she rarely drank from the water bowl any other way. She would dip and lick for a while and then shake her paw off – effectively spattering the whole area around the water bowl. Sometimes, she would shake the paw she hadn’t been using to dip and walk away leaving wet kitty prints across the room.

    • Nancy Blue Moon says:

      This is weird Susan..I have a tuxedo boy who does that….

  43. Lynn says:

    I think I stayed at some oh those hotels sorry to say… Always made me appreciate home a lot more. You cats are funny lol. Here is what two of mine use to do . Gizmo a little confused cat would fly at me from the landing the minute I opened the door , trying to grab my neck. She druled like a dog, played fetch, would race ahead of me to bed an hide under the bed till she figured I was asleep , then jump up an lay on the top of my head. Wrapping her tail around my neck . An follow me every where even jumping in the tub with me. It was crazy nuts then one day she decided she had to follow me out . A dog scared her an we spend three months looking for her but we never found her. She was 12 at the time. Lucky was fine he was shy an quite a grey simese . He was not happy when we added Gizmo to the family as at 10 weeks old she told him a 5 year old that she was the boss. Both we got from homes that did not really like them when they were kittens . Both times we had not planned of bringing home new pets, we just could not leave them where they were not loved. Luck lived to be 19 an a happy boy at that curling up at the foot of our mattress every night after Gizmo disappeared.

  44. Jo says:

    You mean to tell me that Cleo doesn’t just take that paper cap off the glass?!
    I have shared my living space with a number of Siamese cats over rhe past 40 years and every one of them would have whipped it off there in 30 seconds. Probably 15 seconds for the one that used to open my desk drawers, remove everything, throw it on the floor and walk away. Never put anything back.
    All the other Cleo activity is familiar. That’s being Siamese: they are smart, opinionated, talkative, affectionate and demanding. And a little nerdy at times — my Siamese walked backwards off the top of the fridge the other morning. He blamed it on the non-Siamese who was sitting quietly on the floor watching. I love them!

    • Lynn (really spelled w/ an "e", but somebody else already has that spelling on here) says:

      “My Siamese walked backwards off the top of the fridge the other morning. He blamed it on the non-Siamese who was sitting quietly on the floor watching.” Literally made me laugh out loud!
      XO, Lynne -Mom of one Siamese and three non-Siamese

      • I’m laughing as I read this. Our non-Siamese barn cat was on our front stoop last night. She was anticipating that I was going to scratch her ears, so she preemptively leaned into the scratch. When she realized my intent hadn’t been to scratch her, she tried to cover by making it look like she was just bending down to rub her head on the stoop. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize she was standing on the edge of the stoop and she ended up falling off the step. So undignified.

        • Stefani says:

          There is something about when a cat falls or trips that is so funny because they are normally so prissy. When one of my cats does a boo-boo I can laugh off and on for days. I know this doesn’t reflect well on my life style. LOL

  45. Valerie says:

    I have a frost, blue point siamese. His name is Rama. I call him Rama banana. During this time of year, all day long he must rest up in front of the wood stove in the basement. In the evening he comes upstairs to the wood stove in the living room where he rests up again. Cat life is a hard life. He knows when he hears the water pouring down in the shower that it will soon be bedtime. That is his cue to launch himself onto the bed. I go to bed and he licks my arm for about two minutes. Then he straddles my arm and has to rest again. I know he actually wants to lie on my head but I push him off all the time. If my routine varies he will make funny weird noises as he follows me around until I finally go to the bedroom. He used to drink my water until I started putting my water and ice cubes in a covered plastic glass (dollar store) that has a straw sticking up in the middle of the lid. He has only bitten the straw a few times as far as I can see. All siamese cats are certifiably insane, hate other cats and each are one person loyal. Rama banana is my fourth siamese and they are all the same, nutters every one.

  46. Anti Kate says:

    Does the paper doo-dad keep Cleo out, or is it something for her to bat at, possibly knocking over the glass, before getting her drink?

    • Karen says:

      It’s worked astonishingly well! It’s been a month now and she hasn’t figured out it’s just a piece of paper she could push off. That’s why I decided even though it’s a ridiculous, stupid, easy thing that I’d do a post onit. I mean … it works perfectly! ~ karen p.s. now that I’ve said that …

  47. Anne says:

    Good, I am having surgery sometime in the last half of March and would not have been able to participate. Thank You, Anne

  48. Tanya H. says:

    Very funny. Your kitty descriptions are exactly why cats dominate the internet. I’m sure every cat owner can relate.

  49. SusanR says:

    I couldn’t pay attention to the story once I got to the glass-with-no-coaster-on-the-wood-furniture picture. I’m breathing into a paper bag as we speak, grabbing for my anti-anxiety meds.

    • Larraine says:

      Right with you, Susan. My reaction too. I keep telling myself she set it up just for the photo and then quickly put something under the glass or the whole desk is a plastic reproduction.


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