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Since her Aunt Kirsty brags about this, I guess I should too.
Elizabeth has had her own chore for the past several months. It is
her job to feet the cats and Finley. Every morning I fill the scoop
with a cup of cat food and she trots over and dumps it in their bowl.
The first few times she did this, there was some spillage, but the
cats didn’t mind taking care of it. Then I give her Finley’s bowl and
she walks it over and places it down right next to the water bowl.
Sometimes it takes a few tries to get it positioned “just so” next to
the water bowl. She also acts as quality control by tasting a few
kibbles of food before giving it to the animals.

Since she’s been doing so well at following directions, I figured she
could help me out of a predicament. We’ve all been there. Sitting on
the pot with no toilet paper to be found. This problem was
exacerbated by the fact that she kept flushing the toilet for me
while I was still sitting on it. I decided it was time for her first
mission. I said “Elizabeth, go to the other bathroom and get me some
toilet paper.” She trotted off and returned with the tiniest scrap of
toilet paper I’ve ever seen. (Definitely not an over-achiever.) I
praised her, but said “OK now get me a big piece of toilet paper” and
gestured with my hands to show how big. She trotted off again only to
return with another tiny scrap, only slightly bigger than the first.
Oh well, it was worth a try.