You need a Cat-In Box. It won't necessarily give you more desk space, but it will give Betty a space of her very own in a place of imPURRtance on your deskIn a strange irony, she's having less problems with these larger poop pills than the repacked capsules I use for her other medications. There's a small chance that she didn't take her ondansetron and famotidine this morning. Only after she pretty much finished her breakfast, I noticed something that looked like a half dissolved remainder of the repacked capsule. But I looked for that capsule before plating her breakfast. I (almost) swear that she picked up both. The poop pill was taken up with no issue. I'm not worried about that one. Today's poop will be the first one since we started the poop pills.I mean we certainly should have had a sneak preview by now if things weren't going well. I'm sure it will be great and I look forward to seeing what a month of these pills does for her. I skipped her morning A/D portion because it's unnecessary now that I'm not using it to hide dirt. And then I spitballed out the calories for the day in her journal and realized that either that portion gets added back or we add those calories to other meals. Unless I add some extra calories somewhere, she's going to come in around 192 calories today. That's good enough for a 9.5 lbs cat which is not quite there yet. 190 to 200 calories is my goal for her. I'd like her to grow into a target weight without having to reduce portions when she gets there.
I like that first breakfast is already in the books. I like that she sleeps a good chunk of the morning now and isn't crying for food or fuss most of my workday. But I would like to see her up and about a bit more. I would like to add a little more enrichment in the office for her. Sometimes I'd like to poke the bear. And other times, I'm grateful that the Betty alarm hasn't gone off yet. Although Krista had her needy moments, I feel like she was an easier cat to please. But she also liked laps, desks, and food more than Betty. Betty's getting there though. There's some five (plus?) years of history I know nothing about. I really wonder about her previous home training. This morning she came right to the edge of the kitchen, started to reach a paw in, and then pulled it back under her. "I promise you the kitchen floor isn't hot lava." But she's not yet convinced. Not unless she's really hungry and I'm taking a long enough time for her to ignore that training. It's the same with the kitchen counters. She's getting bolder and joins me up there some of the time. But she also retreats back to the floor like she's remembering prior training and possibly previous scoldings. Betty, you can get away with more than you know in this home. It's also the same with the desk. But some of the desk is now coming down to clutter. I had a bigger desk with Krista. And while I try to clear away space for Betty, she's like, "nah. that's okay. I just took a wrong turn at the window sill."
Maybe she instinctively knows what's in those pills and wants to just get it down the hatch quickly!
It'd be great if you could do a play session leading up to a snorking. Baby Su is like that about the kitchen, too. She hasn't always been, because she used to come through the kitchen to get to the breakfast room, where everyone used to eat back in the day. But now, IDK if it's the presence of my roomies, the presence of Elvis, or what, that causes her to be more tied to her master bedroom. She does come out and explore, but the kitchen is pretty much out of her self-imposed bounds.
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We’ll see how tonight’s pill goes. 
And then of course she either darts out 
or gives the most alarming wail that I can only assume is, “Service, hooman!”
