Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Cooking Cat Poop and Retinas


I saw the ophthalmologist again Tuesday afternoon. My retina needed more laser repair. As before, it was done immediately. I've now started counting two weeks all over again.

Two weeks of no exercise. Two weeks of not turning my head too quickly. Two weeks of staying close to home and not being too animated.

Two more weeks of fricking strolling. Oh, I'm sorry. The doctor didn't say that. For some reason he omitted the word "fricking."

So, poor me. I guess I'll just have to spend the next two weeks sipping cafe con leche at a local park, spending lazy afternoons lounging on the beach outside our door. Maybe some truffles when I get home each day to ease my suffering.

San Geraldo has been wonderful. "Slow down, Mitchell." "That's not a stroll, Mitchell." "You shouldn't be doing that, Mitchell."

I haven't even been taking down the trash. Every morning, as is his routine, San Geraldo scoops out the cats' litter box, drops the poop in a sandwich bag, and places the bag in our open-air laundry room (whose door into the kitchen, we tend to leave open during the day). I then toss that bag in with the trash and take it down.

Since I'm not supposed do things like haul bags of trash or lift heavy dumpster lids, if I forget to take down that little bag of poop, it bakes all day in the sunny laundry room... along with several bags of trash.

Tuesday morning, I came home after coffee and the house smelled like overcooked cat poop (which is even worse than uncooked cat poop). I've learned that two days above 37C (97F) is not the proper temperature for keeping poop fresh. So, I broke the rules and took out the trash (and the baked goods).



San Geraldo has given me permission to nag him. And he's promised he won't talk back.

31 comments:

  1. Strolling is good, Mitchell. I can feel your angst about having to slow down. Ron tells me that all the time as well. I listen when I know I must.
    Cooked cat poop! Don't want to go there.
    Take care and enjoy those truffles.

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    1. Jim:
      Jerry bought me two boxes of cookies. One is gone! As for strolling, it wouldn't really be a problem if I could simply remember.

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  2. At times like this, it is good to take stock of the positive things in your life... And that's what you are doing:) But... Baked cat poop.... A whole mother level. Still, what would life be like without Dudo and Moose?!:)

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    1. Judy:
      But this blog post had great results. Jerry took down all the trash this afternoon! No eau du cat pooh (or anything else) until tomorrow morning.

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  3. I hope your eye heals and you're back to normal soon. That bag reminds me of why I stopped eating Almond Roca.

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    1. Stephen:
      Great! Although I can't remember the last time I had Almond Roca, I can tell you for certain I will never be having it again!

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  4. Hmmm. In our household, I scoop and bag the poop, put it in the garbage and then take the garbage downstairs later. Tom must have hurt his eyes twelve years ago and that is why this is my job?

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    1. Michael:
      I'm very grateful to Jerry for getting up early to feed the cats and for scooping poop every day and washing the litter box once a week. The least I can do is take down the trash... once my eye heals... in another 12 years or so?

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  5. Had to laugh... that baggy looks like Bill's granola. Bet it doesn't smell the same... please take it easy... a torn or "problem" retina is nothing to mess with. Stroll... stroll.... stroll (didn't I do that in the 50's?)

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    1. Sharon:
      I sure hope Bill's granola doesn't smell the same! I'm behaving myself. I have no trouble following instructions; my problem is constantly REMEMBERING there are instructions to follow.

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  6. It's enough to make a person want to jitterbug! May your fortnight pass quickly!

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  7. O heck I absolutely loath cat poo, terrible - one sniff and I'm reaching for the incense sticks and calling for my cat loving Mrs H to sort things out.

    So you have to relax and rest. In which case have a daily full body massage from your favourite masseuse. That is my personal recommendation.

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    1. Heron:
      Well, now I'm going to have to go out and find a favourite masseuse... well, masseur.

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  8. oh crap (heh). hope your eyes don't need further surgery.

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    1. anne marie:
      The doctor had told me he was concerned after the first surgery. He seemed confident this would second time would do it. So, I'm not worried about needing more. Just looking forward to being able to move like the hyperactive juvenile I am.

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  9. Oh poop! On several levels....

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  10. We need to send you a Diaper Genie, or Litter Locker as they're called (for cats)...in case someone forgets the daily disposal. I'm not making this up! Wishing you a carefree recovery.

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    1. krayolakris:
      Ooh, no. We'd end up with a collection!

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  11. This is where Carlos and San Geraldo differ: here, Carlos scoops the poop and also removes the baggage of poop from the laundry.
    i.Don't.Do.Cat/Dog.Poop.

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    1. Bob:
      I have done cat poop, but it's not my favorite task. I have never done dog poop. Sticking my hand inside a tiny plastic bag and picking it up with my fingers???

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    2. No.Poop.EVER! I channel Crawford when I say that!

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  12. You really know how to conjure up a striking olfactory and visual scene! Obviously too much time on your hands. Hope the 2 week countdown proceeds without interruption. Take care of yourself.

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    1. Wilma:
      I've got my boxes of cookies and I'm ready to face the rest of "my time."

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  13. Things like this make me glad that Bert is an outdoor kitty. No litter. We used to have some, when he first came to live with us, but he never used it. So it's gone. He has the whole of outdoors!

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    1. Walt the Fourth:
      A big thing in favor of outdoor cats!

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  14. Please Mitch just take it easy Sit quietly and it is only a short time. Nothing really in the broader scale of life xxx The babies can poop and it will clear and Geraldo can take it out.x

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    1. Rachel:
      Oh, OK, if you say so. (But do I have to be quiet?)

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    2. No not really, but it might help!

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  15. Your entries never cease to make me smile. I enjoy them so.

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