I decided to sweep the floors over the weekend. They get so gritty in the winter from salt and general dirt. I had to wash a couple of the living room scatter rugs as Pilchard had hairball problems and left me some "evidence" on the rugs. I sweep once a week, but I only do a nooks and crannies sweep every 3 months or so. The dust bunnies in some of the corners appeared to be big enough for their own zip code so I decided it was time to clean.
That means picking everything up off the floor and piling it on top of something, moving furniture and banging the dust mop on the front porch hand rail to dislodge the dust. I moved the ottoman for my papasan chair and Pilchard decided this was the perfect place to go.
I know. She looks like she's been sentenced for imbibing in too much catnip or stealing treats or sleeping on top of the heating vent and absorbing all the heat.
Later, she jumped on top of the ottoman and just sat there, watching me. This is acceptable as we all know cats are very good at observing and appearing to be in charge. Of course, I could not move the ottoman back to the floor as I would dislodge the cat, so I left her.
Later, when she jumped down, she received an education in Newton's Third Law of Motion. This sent the ottoman backwards onto the floor. She fled into the office, where I was, and meowed as if to say, "I didn't do it."
Never a dull moment in my house.
Beverage: English Breakfast tea