Okay, I think this will be the first literal venture into blogging the cat. Craig is coming home tomorrow at noon from China. I have missed him inordinately, and he will be tired and jet-lagged. Thus: plans for a big clean to welcome him home. Nothing wrong with that.
I went out to get bits and pieces for my clean (including White Fig vacuum beads from Restoration Hardware—this is serious!). I am back, and raring to go. But there is one problem. Los gatos (our cats, Baizely and Franny) are all tucked in, heads on pillows, sheets up to their chinny-chin-chins. I don’t want to bother them with vacuuming. They really hate it.
Baizely and Franny sleep 22 hours a day. They demand and get food pretty much whenever they’re conscious. My husband is coming back. I want to be a good wife. This is so messed up. I am whipped.
Here we make the cats do the vacuuming.
Now that you mention it, I think they've been slacking off!
Posted by: Travis | October 22, 2007 at 06:55 PM
You have your priorities straight around there; we're starting on your program. Last night, locked them out of the bedroom so we could have a good sleep. Franny's not talking to me yet, but she'll come round. Until I thrust a vacuum into her paw!
Posted by: kiley | October 22, 2007 at 07:47 PM
Cats have no respect for you unless you torment them. They torment you; you torment them. It is the largely unknown law of the jungle. The exception is skittish cats, with no sense of irony, No sense in terrorizing them, They don't appreciate it.
Dan
Posted by: dan Turner | October 26, 2007 at 07:49 PM
Says he who blow dries his cat every morning at her insistence.
Posted by: kiley | October 26, 2007 at 11:22 PM