And Other Housekeeping Issues
Does this not speak for itself? The striped one is DJ, the black one is Reggie and the gray one is Church. Like the prophet, I cannot move the covers without disturbing the cats... so that's why the bed is unmade. Good excuse, huh?
I do tend to vacuum, however, and I pick things up off the floor now and then. But there is DJ, who is the mastermind of the feline feeding frenzy.
He jumps up on the mantel and knocks things to the floor.
Once it's down, you can tell by his expression that I am therefore obligated to dispense said treats to the hungry hoard below. Like sharks to blood in the water, they arrive.
You can see from the vacuum cleaner cord that I do, upon occasion do some cleaning. But, that must take a back seat to the more important feline matters.
Whatever would I do without furry faces in my life?