Well I’m taking care of this little monster again.
Not that she is that bad. She purrs like crazy and is always so glad to see me. So, after I clean up her messes, which can include open drawers and things strewn about the house, we can enjoy each other’s company. Of course I went over yesterday, which was my first day on duty, and walked into a mess of broken driftwood. She had jumped up on the alcove in the entryway and knocked a piece of knurled wood onto the floor. I salvaged what I could and cleaned up the mess after fetching a broom and dustpan.
Then into the kitchen, I go to throw the pieces in the trash and here she comes, full speed ahead, and slides across the kitchen counter to knock a water bottle onto the floor and spill half the contents. So, my next task is to locate a mop, which is missing in action, so I resorted to paper towels to mop the water up. All the while, she is sprawled on the counter, watching me intently.
Then, I am off to the bathroom to clean the litter box. Of course, she goes scurrying ahead of me, as she does, so it is imperative to watch yourself at all times around this little fur ball, so as not to trip over her and land on your keister.
After scooping, I have to wait while she eagerly jumps in to do her business, as if she has been waiting for this very moment all day. She takes her time scratching about, while I praise her, and finally she gets the job done along with her housekeeping, which elicits more praise from me.
Then she’s off running full bore and wants me to chase her around the house a while before she is content to settle down and be petted as she rolls around on the floor, her motor going at full throttle.
I go out to water the garden while she watches at the door eager for me to come in and begin our match once again. Therefore, we do, and this is our daily routine while my neighbor is away.