Vacuum

 "Lynn, don't tell folks I sprinkle furs all over the house."

Well folks, the first day of Fall, Sept. 22, was a cold wet

wash out.  Therefore, no exercise of any kind outside.  We needed

the rain and glad to get it, but for 3 days straight, and very cold

weather, one day it was only 52 F for a high.

So what to do besides read and cook and be bored?

I decided to start my fall house cleaning.  Oh, I do all

the regular stuff like bathroom, and dusting and vinyl

flooring regularly.

But there is the vacuum. I hate doing it and Precious definitely

hates the sound. So I am very very lax about this chore.

 I get disgusted myself, but not to the point I jump up

and plug the dreaded monster in and use it.

But I did the whole house that first wet day.  Glad to have it 

finished and now enjoy the thought of furless and dirtless

carpet.

Then there is the matter of all Precious' 5 high altitude bedding. 

Oh my, when I took the mini ladder into the clothes closet,

climbed up and looked, I thought I had discovered some kind

of very flat grey animal.  I took down the towels and put

them in the dryer first to remove most of the fur before washing

 and then back in the dryer.  Then the Carhart Insulated overalls. 

Good gravy, it was no longer brown, just dark grey.  I used wet hands

to try to get off giant gobs of fur.

I had enough fur to knit a sock when I finished with her 5 beds

and emptied the lint trap in the dryer. But she'll go up there soon

as she recovers from the disturbance and put it all back the way

she likes, furry.  But I always am glad the fur is not in her

tummy to spit up later.  That's another mess to clean.

"Quiet on the set, Lynn. This actress is trying to 

learn her lines and the vacuum is ruining the 

atmosphere."

Actually, she is under the bed when I do the living area, and

I do the bedroom when she is in the living area.  Have to 

alternate door closings to cut the sound.

I just read a disturbing article put out by the Better

Business Bureau, about leasing a pet! I can not imagine

the poor pet being borrowed for a couple years at a huge

price tag and then returned as an adult. To what life then?

Sometimes, I just do not like humans, sorry if I offend.

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