cleaning spray and cleaning rags, if you must know), then took a break to make breakfast for Fred and then for myself, ate breakfast, did some aimless surfing, then got back on it. After breakfast, it was just after 11:00, and I dusted the entire downstairs (I did the upstairs right before I vacuumed it), wiped down the kitchen counters, and then decided to rearrange and clean the shelf unit in the laundry room. Then I vacuumed the entire downstairs, cleaned the floor in the kitchen (cleaning spray and rags), and all of a sudden it was almost 1:30. I still have no idea how it ended up taking me so long to do the dusting, vacuuming, counter-wiping, and rearranging. If I had to guess, I’d say that should have taken only about an hour. Maybe I stopped and took a nap in the middle of it all, and have just forgotten? In any case, the house! Is! Clean! for another week! Woot! While I was cleaning, I was vacuuming in the dining room, and as I watched, two wasps came out of the fireplace and flew into the computer room. We’ve wondered where the fuck they’ve been coming from – and suspected that they’ve been coming down the chimney in the dining room – but it’s good to have confirmation of that suspicion. At this point I’m killing between four and six a day. The cats come in handy when it comes to wasps – they always perk up and run over to the general direction of where the wasp is, so I know where to go with my fly swatter. I’ve gotten so good at killing wasps that I can occasionally swat them out of mid-air with the swatter, like it’s a tennis racket and they are the ball, and I hit them hard enough that they’re dead before they hit the ground. I suspect that when I was little and would run in terror from any kind of bug at all, screaming “Beechie! Beechie!” (I have no idea where I came up with that name for bugs) no one would have EVER believed I’d be killing wasps several times a day without batting an eyelash.
Maxi took the guest bed.
Newt started out in the pyramid in the living room…
…but then moved to the couch to be closer to Mister Boogers.
So, let’s see. They come in for a little while in the morning, they come in for a while in the afternoon, they have their own food and water bowls on the front porch, along with a house and a heated cat bed. Sometimes they spend the night inside. Oh, and they get a snack at 7:00 every evening.
Good thing they’re not our cats, huh?
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“U haz a flavor.”
Malley’s such a pretty boy.
Peyton. LOVE that boy.
Snuggly kittens (Deuce and Rhian) in the sun.
Deuce in the sun.