After I took a two hour nap today, even the Hibiscus blossoms brightened up. The world seems washed and dried, folded and put away. The television is shining brightly and there are packages of vacuum-sealed turkey, for lunches, in the freezer.
Routine has settled back over us after the seven hour drive on Wednesday. However, we are discussing Father's Day preparations in whispers.
If I could only teach the cat to use the vacuum cleaner ...
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My cats run from the vacuum. If Mew picks up this talent, you must share.
Mew has worked up the nerve to sit in the living room and watch me vacuum the dining room. Not too encouraging, is it?
This could be the first of ten steps on "How to Encourage Your Cat to Vacuum. Step one listen, step two watch, step three?
Step three? Laugh hysterically, rolling on the floor and holding your furry belly. These Humans imagine that you, the cream-de-Egypt would deign to lower a paw to vacuum? Bring me my food, slave. NOW!
The food-slave thing is already in effect here. So is the sandbox thing. If we were successful in teaching her to use the vacuum, the first thing she would vacuum out would be her own sandbox.
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