Sunday, December 16, 2007

My cat is smart

My basement is more like a garage, minus the car. And, you know, it's under my house.
In one section we have the lawnmower, an emergency kerosene heater, some other miscellaneous assorted power tools, and a workbench. The other side is mine. It is where the litter box is kept, the laundry is as least washed, for pete's sake (would you get off my back!), and a handy little bathroom is hidden away in a far corner for those quick visits. I used to have a craft corner down there until I lost all motivation. I don't LOVE my basement, but its an integral part of the household operation. It is where a lot of our crap is stored. As a matter of fact, if you're missing some of your crap, it's probably in my basement.
The Boy was working on his dirt bike. Oil was spilled. Words were exchanged.
We threw down fresh cat litter to absorb some of the oil. Chelsea (my kitty) figured a huge pile of cat litter spread out in the open like that must surely be a gift for her highness.
Anyone ever try to sh0p.vac up oil-soaked cat litter clumped with cat piss and chunks of cat shit? Go ahead, get a mental picture.
So glad this occurred on their side of the room. I need to build a wall.

1 Comments:

Blogger Jillian said...

Ewww. Obviously your sainthood is just waiting for approval. For the cleaning that is. But girl, you get rubber stamped when you allow a dirt bike in the house! I do hope The Boy truly understands how lucky he is. A) that he's got you AND the bike and B) that some short, fat obnoxious Australian hasn't turned up at his house to pour sand in his oil tank ;-)

Have strength m'luv:)

Mon Dec 17, 02:32:00 AM EST  

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