(Yes, I’m talking about this. It was so hard to find proper tips on the subject.)
The not so glamorous life of those humans owned by cats.
A couple of days ago, I woke up extra early to work on my store. My home is still chaotic but I thought “Hey, maybe if I wake up a little earlier it wont be so bad… Maybe I can do just a little bit.” After all, I keep checking up on my store but I haven’t been able to organize or put new products in it.
It keeps bugging me and I honestly can’t wait to get back to learning how to sew, understanding marketing, and just getting to know my customers better.
That’s a whole different subject though.
On that hopeful morning, everything seemed to be going according to plan. I was dressed. Lunch was ready. I had taken out Gordo. I played with Shinobii. I fed the three kids. I was having breakfast. Everything was set. And then, I heard it. The slight soft gaging sound from my cat.
At that point, I subconsciously realized my morning would no longer be so productive. When either of my kids are sick, I generally spend time petting them and letting them know that they will be okay. I’m not sure how much of a different it makes for them, but it seems like the right thing to do.
After I finish my motherly routine, I rush to save the carpet. The poor destroyed carpet. It’s honestly dead at this point, but there’s no need to kill it further. So I go to where Shinobii threw up (“conveniently right next to the litter box). I use the clumping litter. So yes, things looked bad. Very. Very. Bad.
At first, I panicked and put some drops of water. As I should have known, it made it worse. My brain had clearly crashed. The aftermath made me wish I could switch the massive grey stain for the liquid Shinobii had produced. Yes, it was that bad.
I took a deep breath, tried to Google solutions, but failed. The suggestions were broad, simply too basic. Nobody said how I could treat it. They only offered encouragement. It was something I guess. I gave up searching though. I locked my phone and analyzed my knowledge on litter, and all of the sudden, I had an idea!
I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a plastic knife and began my adventure. I spent twenty minutes removing as much as I could by applying pressure to the carpet. I was essentially scrapping it off. It looked like clumps of clay were coming out. Things seemed hopeful. I could save it. I really could. And then, I saw the clock. I had to leave. There was nothing I could do other than pray it wouldn’t be permanently damaged.
I evaded it afterwards though. I was scared of the results. Days passed by. Until eventually, I got the courage to face the stain. I uncovered it from beneath the litter mat and saw the charcoal color mocking me. It was torturous the way it looked at me. It was crushing. Things were dark. Literally.
I tried to do the knife thing again, but of course, it had dried out. Nothing was coming out. The carpet was completely stiff. I continued trying though. I switched tactics. Instead of scrapping the stain as if it was butter, I began going the opposite way. I tried to disolve the massive clump by wiggling the knife around. Eventually, it worked! The carpet seemed to become looser. A light power began to show, but the clump was getting lighter.
After a couple of minutes, it was gone. It was really gone! You can’t even tell it was there. And I’m so thankful for that.
So remember, if you have a cat and clumping litter: let it dry and scrape it off with a knife in the opposite direction! It takes patience, but it’ll work. I promise. 🙂