My house, I’m sad to say, has become what looks like a wind tunnel testing area. Clothes from both of us are everywhere, shoes line the hallway and wet towels from swimming adorn most of the downstairs doorknobs (Lola sometimes just drops them on the floor - - the doorknob option is a quick fix until I take the them upstairs to put in the dryer). In addition, there are several blankets moved from room to room (or level to level) and rugs bunched up at the end of the hallway, courtesy of the cats. So it appears I don’t pick up after just two residents, but actually four!
Here is just one example of a typical day at the house:
"Oh, are you leaving? We'll be good - - we're just going to take a nap."
"We promise we won't rug surf!"
"Oh, YES! We PROMISE!"
"ohhhhhhh, hi.....this is not what it looks like...."
Oh, yes, there are rug-surfing parties, litter box parties (where they see who can knock the litter scoop into the box and bury it first), slam-dancing parties (they usually have those while we are home), and massage parties (pictured below).
"Ohhhhhh, I am sooo relaxed....this head massage rocks!"
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