Housework

[tahnan]

Today is dedicated to cleaning the house. Well, except that I checked my mail when I got up; and then checked a few websites, some blogs, and, oh, there was this other thing...you know how it goes.

So I'm lying in bed, puttering around, when I hear the Meow of Triumph. When Zooty brings us something—she prefers feathery toys—she trots in silently, drop it, and looks up until she gets a treat. When Rebo brings us something—she prefers plush toys—she meows the entire way to let us know that the Mighty Huntress Has Prevailed. Though she's also likely to get bored halfway to us and drop what she's carrying.

So I'm waiting to see if she makes it, and to see what she's bringing: stuffed mouse? ribbon on a stick? Finally she turns the corner, walks into the bedroom, and drops a balled-up sock that had been left in the living room.

When the cat has done more housework than you have, it's really time to get moving.

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[in-parentheses.livejournal.com]

Hee! I just read that out loud to spooky_thing, who agreed that it is adorable. Plus, having spent the whole day going through his crap in preparation for moving, we could have used a helpful cat. If there is any such thing.