June 29, 2018 11:28 PM
I watched a couple of episodes of the TV show “Flip or Flop” last night. These DIY shows are dangerous for me. After last night’s shows, I had grand plans for remodeling our kitchen, complete with white granite countertops and a white shiny subway tile backsplash, wood floors stained in a dark, almost black finish, new gray cabinets and one of those super-cool Viking gas stoves with a double oven.
I carried the DIY dream with me through this morning, when I was making dog food. I was cooking four pounds of dog food in two large skillets on the stove. I have an electric stove that’s on its last legs. It has a smooth glass top which makes it very convenient for cats to jump on to. Whenever I cook, I’m super-careful not to leave the stove if the cats are around. This morning, in the midst of cooking, I needed something from the pantry which is maybe 5 feet from the stove. I quickly got my item, shut the pantry door and continued cooking.
I’ll admit, while I was frying the food, I was having fantasies of cooking dog food on my new Viking gas stove with the bright red temperature dials and the cooking elements that heat quickly and evenly (as opposed to mine where it’s more of a crap shoot what temperature you’ll actually get on any given day). My gorgeous subway tile back splash would wipe clean with no effort and my new super large kitchen sink that matched my granite countertop would easily hold the two skillets. I was in DIY heaven.
Once the dog food was done and the stove was cooled, I went back to the pantry for something else. Therein started the bursting of my DIY bubble as reality crept in.
Reality, in this case, was not so much the cost of such a remodel, although that is a consideration; reality came in the form of a wicker basket. A simple wicker basket that I bought at least five years ago from the Dollar Store.
Unbeknownst to me, Frankie had snuck into the pantry when I dashed in and out of it while I was cooking. We call him “The Ghost” because he just appears in places where he isn’t supposed to be. It’s gotten so bad, that we have to inventory the animals before we leave the house to make sure no one is locked in a closet while we’re gone.
The pantry is just about number 1 on the Places Frankie Isn’t Allowed to Go list. When I opened the door, Frankie was sitting in the wicker basket, on top of a peach! Seriously. He sat right on it! How is it comfortable to sit on a peach?
I didn’t care so much about the peach, however, this basket is what I use to store fresh produce from the store and farmer’s market. Bare cat butt on my wicker basket that I use for fresh food is not okay! I can Lysol my counters, and I do everytime I cook, but I can’t Lysol wicker.
There was nothing to be done with the basket, other than turn it into a cat toy and throw it away once Frankie shredded it. Which took him about a half hour. I’m sure a nice sturdy Longaberger basket would take him longer to destroy. But this is exactly why I don’t own a nice Longaberger basket. I’d be a lot more upset about bare cat butt on one of those than one from the Dollar Store. I think I’ll store fresh produce in a ceramic bowl from now on, just in case Frankies sneaks into the pantry again. Who am I kidding? Not if Frankie sneaks into the pantry, when Frankie sneaks in to the pantry is a lot more realistic.
This experience brought me back to the reality that I live in and it killed my DIY kitchen remodel dream. One basket reminded me of all the reasons why we will never redo the kitchen:
- I Lysol my counters every time I cook. I’m not sure there is any material, other than laminate which I have, that can withstand that without hurting the finish. This is why I now have a kitchen table that also has a laminate top. It gets Lysoled three times a day — every time we eat there. I’m not crazy about laminate kitchen tables. It reminds me way too much of The Behemoth I grew up with. Keeping cats off the counters and the table just isn’t an option, though. I’ve tried — squirt bottles, tin foil, plastic tape, compressed air to scare them (which it did, but too much, and I felt bad). Nothing worked. They won. I buy lots of Lysol wipes.
- Wood floors and claws from three cats and two dogs sounds like a lot of scratches and refinishing. And a dark finish on my floor will make the gobs of white cat fur that I find on my floor look like tumbleweeds blowing across a black desert. To be fair, I could get laminate boards in a light finish that look like wood. I have those in my front hallway, but it’s not the same as wood. I’ve got enough laminate in my kitchen already, thank you, I think I’ll pass on laminate floors.
- Apart from not having a gas hookup for the cool Viking gas stove, I don’t think having an open flame is a good idea in my house. There have been a rare occasion where a cat has run across the back of the stove while I’m cooking on the front burners. It scares the crap out of me but it would scare me more if there was open flame involved.
- My subway tile backsplash is probably doable, although, I think it would make my laminate counters look all the more – laminatey and fake-looking.
- New cabinets will take several days, at least, to install. My cats being the little hellions that they are, cannot be trusted in an area that’s under construction. Three cats will have to live in the rec room for however many days it takes to install the cabinets and they won’t be happy about it. Unhappy cats means a lot of yowling and howling which means the dogs will be barking constantly at the basement door. Assuming Dennis and I survive all that chaos, once the cabinets are installed, Dennis will have to put magnets on all the doors like he did with the cabinets we have now (Frankie can open cabinet doors). Is getting new cabinets doable? Sure. Is standing on my head for a half hour or going to the gym everyday doable, too? Sure. None of those are going to happen, though.
Not having the most up-to-date, modern kitchen is one of the prices I pay for having animals that I love. I wouldn’t change it, either. I’d rather have cats than a fancy new kitchen.
Although, I wouldn’t turn down a new electric stove. I wonder if Viking makes electric stoves…maybe one with a double oven…