Buddy the Gourd!

Where My Toys Seem to Go

June 19, 2005

Something has changed and Frances seems to have a lot more free time. For a while there, she was just sitting at her computer or going to work always with that focused look on her face. I had to meow and jump on her lap just to get her to notice my presence.

But as I said, something has changed. And Frances is looking around the house and saying it's a mess. She's unhappy about the spilled materials around my private bathroom area. It seems like one project is leading to another and she is lost to the mess of the house. She didn't seem to mind before.

Today she was spending time in the kitchen and pulling out that machine she refers to as the vacuum just wasn't enough. I walked in to see her lying on the floor peering underneath the refrigerator with a flashlight. Of course since she was at my level, I walked over and bit her hair. She screamed and jumped.

Something about a mousetrap underneath the refrigerator. I guess the previous owners must have had a problem with mice, and they didn't have me to help them. Frances told me that she was afraid what she would find besides the trap. But after about five minutes and coming up with just some clumps of dust and dirt, she gave up.

Next she was peering under the stove. Again with her long stick, she tried to get whatever was back there. I could tell she was surprised by what she saw. But I knew, yes there were at least three of my play mice and a few of my plastic soccer balls that make a big racket when I bat them around. After a few more minutes, all Frances had been able to retrieve was one wadded up piece of tin foil with scotch tape on it. Defeated once again.

Frances was discouraged and tired and unhappy. The house was still a mess. Perhaps a bit more of a mess with the rugs tossed around in piles and that mop and bucket standing out near the front hall. Yes, how discouraging indeed! To be defeated in the simple task of cleaning!!

Let me give you a little bit of my cat wisdom. I don't worry about cleaning. I attend to my personal self of course, but otherwise my philosophy is that someone else will clean it up and if they don't, why it really must not be that dirty.

Poor Frances, I think she should relax and take a nap.

- Posted by Smuf at 4:37 PM