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May. 19th, 2011 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastweekI walked into the house this afternoon. Everything was fresh-smelling and uncluttered. Set my bag down on the table, looked toward the newly rearranged living room... and there on the seagrass rug was a stripe of smeared cat poo. Blackie lay on the couch a few feet away with an exasperated look on his face.
The rug is very difficult to clean. I dread knowing what sort of dried bits remain in it from the past few months, which, for some reason, have been very difficult for the rug. I scrubbed the hell out of it with a cloth and some dish soap. Hopefully that worked.
Last night, Michael and I found the motivation to rearrange the living room. The room is long and awkward, so we split it in half with the couch. Now one side is living room, and the other side is baby area. Anything new or altered inside the house is thrilling to the cats, so they've been misbehaving ever since. Particularly Blackie, a notorious thief. I've already caught him trying to steal some of the smaller stuffed animals from the baby shelf, my baby shower banner, the dust mitten.
The new position of the couch gives easy access to the mantel where all the plants sit. He dug into one Michael had recently repotted, spilling dirt all over. And there was evidence he'd been in the orchid as well. I'd been meaning to repot the orchid since March anyway, so I went ahead and did so.
Now he's curled up sweetly at the edge of the bed. Charlotte has remained, for the most part, innocent of all grave misdeeds. Or she's really good at framing Blackie.
The rug is very difficult to clean. I dread knowing what sort of dried bits remain in it from the past few months, which, for some reason, have been very difficult for the rug. I scrubbed the hell out of it with a cloth and some dish soap. Hopefully that worked.
Last night, Michael and I found the motivation to rearrange the living room. The room is long and awkward, so we split it in half with the couch. Now one side is living room, and the other side is baby area. Anything new or altered inside the house is thrilling to the cats, so they've been misbehaving ever since. Particularly Blackie, a notorious thief. I've already caught him trying to steal some of the smaller stuffed animals from the baby shelf, my baby shower banner, the dust mitten.
The new position of the couch gives easy access to the mantel where all the plants sit. He dug into one Michael had recently repotted, spilling dirt all over. And there was evidence he'd been in the orchid as well. I'd been meaning to repot the orchid since March anyway, so I went ahead and did so.
Now he's curled up sweetly at the edge of the bed. Charlotte has remained, for the most part, innocent of all grave misdeeds. Or she's really good at framing Blackie.
