Usually the things I like to do at home involve fine motor skills.
Sometimes I take a break and discover an old class photo. Claremont Hebrew Nursery School, Cape Town, South Africa, circa 1964 or 1965, Geveret Bella's class. I'm the one at the leftmost end of the middle row with the weird bow-thing on the side of my head. No doubt I thought I was quite fetching.
So when I'm at home doing my gentle, not very physical things, I interact somewhat (as one does) with my cats, who usually either play nearby or in the case of my primary cat, sleep nearby. She's really very sweet, very affectionate, a lovely companion.
And therein may lie the problem.
I think she doesn't like sharing me with other people.
She's OK sharing me with the secondary cat who is pretty and not super-bright. He's very straightforward and utterly without guile in the way of dogs, but my primary cat is a bit more of a stew of agendas and motivations.
She'll readily turn her back on me to express her displeasure at my lack of attentiveness for example.
The poor thing has an issue (as I have mentioned here) with crystals in her urine and she's been on special expensive food for a few months now, and at this point, I think she's just using it as an excuse to pee inappropriately to express her annoyance at the fact that when I come home, I talk to my son (home from college, departed this morning for his junior year) before I talk to her.
The cats love him, and sit with, on and around him all day when I'm not here.
No one pees in the gap between the cabinet and the wall when I'm not here and he is.
When I get back from work, there's staring me in the eye while peeing happens. She really has no interest in my son if I'm around and clearly resents the diversion of my attention away from her.
So she pees on the carpet, and this week I reached my limit.
I'm only intermittently lucky.
Every time I'm about to stop (I'm going to see a movie in a couple of hours, my back thinks that's a better idea than crouching over the floor for another five hours), a few tiles just come off easily, whole, and so encouraged, I start another row of tiles and then they fracture and are airborne and I think I should have stopped but now this row of tiles must go.
This is by far the most ambitious or perhaps foolish home project I have ever attempted.