Friday. The ZH likes to tidy up. Get out Mr Dyson, swoop up all my "litter glitter". Dust away all my kitty furs. Round up all my toys, get them out from underfoot and search for all the hidden ones. Now I have no idea why she does this. It's not like company is coming. And I say, in a day or two there will just be a lot more litter glitter, a lot more kitty fur and of course ~ once again, toys scattered here and there and everywhere, so my mantra is, "why bother?" Though I'll admit that the rediscovery of toys I thought were lost and gone is rather fun, it is almost like they are brand-new again! My job on this day: get any remaining toys out of my little box so she can toss away broken ones and dust inside the box ... and then I will go
hide nap on the closet shelf otherwise I might frighten Mr Dyson. I learned early on that he is very scared of zooming about the room and loud meowing.
Here's to a tidy weekend!