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This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Early this morning I woke up to the rustling sound of paper in another room. Darin and I were still in bed, which could only mean one thing: Konan was trying to eat something. Normally, it’s big, fat Brody that’s trying to beg and steal for food, but he tends to stick to edible stuff. Not Konan. She stalks around the house at all hours of day and night, waiting to fulfill her dark cravings. She thieves paper and adhesives when she thinks she is alone so she can devour them in secret.

After a rushed search of the condo, I found her in the most unlikely (or likely, once I thought about it) place: our bathroom. You know, the one I’d done up all fancy with the silver washi tape. The lovely tape that is the perfect marriage of paper and adhesive. The tastiest tape.

Behold, our destroyed washi mural:

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And the guilty-as-sin culprit:

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*sigh*

Looks like my options are limited: Head back to Michaels for more tape and a do-over that will inevitably lead to another midnight wall snack, or rip the tape off and think of something else.

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The Great Bin Hunt

Our bathroom was designed by a man. I know this because there is a glass sink/counter that is impossible to keep clean, and open storage areas that showcase all of your clutter.

Who would see this and go "Yes, that's the design for me!"?

Who would see this and go “Yes, that’s the design for me!”?

As some of you may know, I’ve been looking to reduce this mess-tastic scenario by purchasing lidded, opaque storage bins. If you know that, then you also know that I’ve been looking for over a month with absolutely no luck.

Places that disappointed: Target, Pier 1, Michaels, World Market “Cost Plus”, Bed Bath & Beyond, our local Goodwill, and many online shops (Amazon, The Container Store, and more).

Then I discovered there’s an IKEA in Burbank. I forced Darin to take me there post-haste. Naturally, he was thrilled.

I didn't want to go alone because I knew I'd never get out with money left to my name.

I didn’t want to go alone because I knew I’d never get out with money left to my name.

After finding our way through the labyrinth to the area where you can actually purchase things instead of gazing at the showrooms with reckless wallet-abandon, we finally found the holy bin grail.

IKEA BLADIS, our hero!

How sexy is that bin!? It’s black, and even has a handle to pull out of the storage area. We bought two, along with some other things because you obviously don’t just go to IKEA and leave with the bins you needed.

Here we are in triumph.

Here we are in triumph.

And here's Darin at Hooter's, because I let him choose dinner after dragging him through IKEA.

And here’s Darin at Hooter’s, because I let him choose dinner after dragging him through IKEA.

I got the bins home and am happy to report that they have acclimated well to their non-Swedish surroundings. They fit in the spaces well and look like they’re the right color. I’m so pleased to come to the end of this bins saga.

Damn, those are some sweet bins you might say.

Damn, those are some sweet bins you might say.

This is how I found the bathroom when I went to take photos.

This is how I found the bathroom when I went to take photos.

Also, while out hunting for bins I was able to score these adorable little succulents at Michaels for the equally non-functional, clutter-baring shelving above the sink. (They’re artificial, because there’s no natural light in the bathroom at all.)

They were like $8 or so, and they make me happy.

They were like $8 or so, and they make me happy.

Here's Konan checking them out like the sassy cat she is.

Here’s Konan checking them out like the sassy cat she is. She’ll probably try to eat them later.

Cats - they're so vain, you can't take a single home photo without them.

Cats – they’re so vain, you can’t take a single home photo without them.

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FURmination Complications

KonanFeetWhen we left Green Bay it was roughly 30 degrees. Today, mere weeks later, it’s about 90. This sudden onset of really high temperatures and longer daylight hours has left the cats in a shedding frenzy! We’ve had to vacuum every surface nonstop and sweep like crazy, and it feels pretty futile. So this weekend we caved, went to Petco and got ourselves a FURminator®.

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It’s a fancy kitty “deShedding tool” that looks dangerous and scary. Per FURminator®‘s website:

The FURminator® deShedding Tool is designed to remove the undercoat and loose hair without cutting or damaging the topcoat on double-coated breeds. The deShedding tool removes the undercoat and loose hair. 

Which it does. One swipe and I’ve got a FURminator® full of undercoat.

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So it’s great, right? It’s working, getting tons of fur off the cats and into the wastebasket! What could be better? Well, for starters, the cats could actually sit long enough for me to use it effectively.

We recommend using the FURminator® deShedding Tool 1-2 times a week for 10-20 minutes each session. You may need to use the deShedding tool more frequently during heavy shedding seasons.

Yeah, right! I can’t get either of my cats to sit for more than a few swipes before I have to get creative and start wrestling and grooming at the same time. I’ve resorted to guerrilla FURminating when they fall asleep. Konan squirms and then runs away. Brody attacks the damn thing.

BrodyNomsBrushIt’s such a great tool when I can get them to sit for it (I think I could have made another cat with all the fur I’ve raided from them), but I’m not sure that my energetic ambushing is worth it. Maybe I’ll wear them down and they’ll begin to accept it.

Anybody have any FURminator® tips? How do you control your pet’s shedding? Leave your tips in the comments!

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