No Wonder I’m So Tired…
Place: My Kitchen
Time: Monday morning, no more than five minutes after their arrival…
Culprits: NOT the cat.
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It's Not All Mary Poppins 
Looks very much like several rooms in my house soon after my two wake up in the morning.
And my wife wonders why I don’t bother to clean until everyone’s in bed.
Um, we don’t have kids and our house looks like that!
Time for that Barney “Clean Up” song….
The cats lookin’ like “how the hell do I get out of here”.
Jeff: The main (many days the only) reason I tidy before they leave is health and safety concerns – I try to cook anything in that kitchen, I’ll break an ankle!
Sharkey: Right down to the garish pink octopus? Wow. Eclectic decorating scheme you have!
Kimmyk: You’re quite right: whistle while you work and all that, because I don’t tidy this stuff – they do. Food is a pretty good motivator: you guys want to eat??
Or maybe “How the hell did I get IN here?” Or, even more “Why the hell do you keep letting THEM in here??”
I posted a photo of Rochelle standing in front of my fridge tonight. I purposely didn’t show the rest of the kitchen.
Your cat looks very like our “boarder” except for the paws (white) and tail (white tip) Sid arrived for a few days almost a month ago.
Catching up on you all at once. Blogger being down on the weekend and part of today was a bummer but at least I accomplished some chores I’ve been putting off.
I posted a photo of Rochelle standing in front of my fridge tonight. I purposely didn’t show the rest of the kitchen.
Your cat looks very like our “boarder” except for the paws (white) and tail (white tip) Sid arrived for a few days almost a month ago.
Catching up on you all at once. Blogger being down on the weekend and part of today was a bummer but at least I accomplished some chores I’ve been putting off.
My house tends to look like that after I tidy up:-(
I did mention that I don’t tidy much didn’t I? Sadly it means that my kids haven’t ever had anyone to copy *grin*
My daughter is big on playing “Forest” right now. She takes every pillow off the couches, blankets and random toys and put them in a circle. She then sits in them, pretending she is sitting in the forest. She can “make” a forest in less than 30 seconds. It takes until 6:45 PM to clean it up.
I don’t know. That cat doesn’t look like it’s trustworthy. I’ll be he (she?) made the mess and blamed it on the kids.
Animals are like that, you know.
Damn! Misfit already posted what I was going to say! I mean, s(he) does look pretty guilty.
Nope I agree the cat didn’t do it. Direct your eyes to where the cat is looking.
I suspect that shiny white surface next to him is a refridgerator, and cat minds being what they are (singular in object and brain cells) he is thinking lunch not mayhem, unless you rubbed catnip on the toys.
granny: Note how I didn’t show the countertops! The floor is not my doing – the counters? They’re almost entirely my doing, and an embarrassment!
MrsA: I’m not a tremendously disciplined person when it comes to housework, I confess. I do have them tidy at regular intervals: before snacks, lunch, and naptime. I’m not really sure why I bother, given it looks the same in about 86 seconds, but it makes me feel constructive and competent while it’s happening. (Maybe that’s why I have them do it!)
Hausfrau: This type of game is exactly why I got rid of the wee shopping carts I used to have. The only game that was ever played with them involved filling the basket with every toy from one room, trundling them to the next and dumping them on the floor. Then back for more!! Woohoo!! And as you say: 30 seconds to accomplish, hours and hours to put to rights. Yurg.
Misfit, MIM: Nope, not this cat. At the ripe old age of fourteen, he has little interest in mayhem. You’ll have to look elsewhere.
anon: That is the fridge, but his food’s right there beside it, so he wouldn’t need to mooch for more. Now you’ve all got me curious: I wonder what he was looking at?