White Flag

The smell of bitter defeat reeks mashed up rotten pork. I came home to a bathroom full of that stink and a wonderful poo situated in the squeaky clean bathtub.

Lethe’s last trick up her sleeve in a protest against my methodical training in her toilet manner. Yes, I dared to teach a cat, I dared to teach her to go to the toilet like a human would.

This is a long drawn out battle that start with an innoncent thought. “It’ll only take one or two weeks” was what I was thinking… Sure, it only took one or two weeks to get her on top of the toilet and pooping in the middle of the makeshift toilet liner I made for her. The hardest part that I’ve been struggling with for a whole month is to get her to go without the need of any litter. That, I have failed miserably.

I have to declare a strategic retreat for now since I don’t think my roomates can take it anymore. Amongst all this training to do with my cat, I also have to train my roomates to go along with my way. It’s too much, this is something that I can do better if I live alone. I can tell, because it’s so easy when they are both on vacation.

I am still debating if I am ok with her having some influence on my cat. All those kissing and over protectiveness. Rushing out to a single “meow” from her. Accusations without understading first. Assumptions, bad assumptions always assuming the worst from me… It reminds me of someone and it pisses me off.

I’ve seen the same scenario palyed out before and thought about how to approach this in different ways. I think I will try direct confrontation by telling her exactly what certain events make me feel.