Scat, Jodi

We bought a scat mat for the cats.  We set it up right in front of our master bedroom entrance, and it basically sends a low-level shock through any bare flesh that comes into contact with it.  Clint thought it would be a great way to keep fur from accumulating in our master bedroom, and might help me with my allergies at night.  The result?  Sixty bucks and 48 hours later, the cats have learned how to jump the mat.  Meanwhile, I step on that damn thing every time I enter our bedroom.  Every single time.  I've been electrocuted so many times today that my arm hair is standing on end.