Now that I’ve been back home for a week or so, the state of cleanliness in the house was becoming a major irritant. Since a maid is no longer in the budget (although I have to admit – unemployed with a maid would be an epic pimp move), I had to accept the fact that I was going to give up the better part of a day doing housecleaning. Several things caught my attention and/or ire :
- First and foremost, my cat, Clifford, loves to watch me clean. Loves it. I guess this is a corollary of one of his behaviors that always made me laugh : whenever I clean out his litter box, he stakes out a position about two feet away, watching intently. The second I am done cleaning out his litter, literally that second, he trots over to the box and immediately sticks his head in and starts rearranging the litter. It’s as if I can hear him saying “oh no…. you fucked this all… up…. this pile goes…over here”
- When I’m done cleaning, Cliff doesn’t appear as appreciative as I would think he would be. I mean, I’m not quite sure how I expect him to express his appreciation – sending me a card is probably outside his abilities – but if a dirty floor is annoying to me, imagine how gross it is for him? I mean, he’s like right down there all the time. Of course, this is an animal that routinely licks his own anus, so our comparative standards of ‘gross’ probably vary wildly. Moving on.