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.
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