Yesterday, Mouse_Spouse left to go hiking – at my urging. I needed to clean the house. Spouse is great at doing his share of household chores, but there is “clean” and then there is “stress-out angst-ridden obsessive compulsive clean.”
Pity our two and three-quarters cats. The family felines suffered through strange sounds, awful chemical odors, and (dum-DA-DUM!) The Vacuum :eek: .
Then there were the individual torture sessions:
Jake , the only slob cat I’ve ever encountered, got a bath.
Elwood, the three-quarters cat, got a hinney-hair trim. He had developed a case of muddy-bottom. (Missing a back leg made this chore more difficult than one would think. :dubious: )
Astrix , our youngest cat, was abused by his cranky elders and scolded by me. Poor guy. The whole day was either swats from the Grey Brigade, or being fussed at by me. Get out of the garbage! How the hell did you get into the teapot?
I hope they haven’t trashed the house as revenge. ::fingers crossed::