Cosmo Toppurr and The Cleaning LadyPosted: September 9, 2014
I come from a long line of help. I’m not afraid to ask for it, and I understand that sometimes it has to be paid for, and I willingly do so. For example: when it comes to cleaning, I need help. That is why I was overjoyed to hear Dora The Cleaning Lady at 7:30 am, walk thru the door, yelling “Hellooo Kitties, Hellooo” in her hispanic accent. To be honest, I had forgotten this was her week, or maybe I was hoping it was not, because funds are low. But I consoled myself with the thought, that my apartment would be clean and a bit cat hair free.
I got myself together, having fed the M-Cats earlier (6:30 AM and that’s another cat tale/tail in itself), and out the door as quickly as possible, putting off my shower, for a few hours. I had coffee, at the local Bagel shop, where I ran into some friends and then walked over to my Mom’s. I visited with her, and took care of some organizational tasks in my studio, all the while thinking about this clean apartment that was waiting for me. The weather was perfect, and I thought about going home, showering , and feeding the M-Cats, and then going into the city, for this and that;) Well you know the saying “Man plans , The Universe Laughs”.
Cosmo Toppurr decided to show me exactly what he thought about the fresh lemon scent, that now purrmiates my living room. A fresh deposit of cat poo – OK I have to say it – Shit! – was waiting in the center of my living room bween Maynard’s favorite chair, and the rattan ottoman, which serves as a designated cat bed for Fatty, or Coupurr, depending.
It’s not a BIG DEAL. I can clean it, I have all the right equipment, as it is not a first time
occurrence . I’m actually pretty quick too. It’s just that, I get the message loud and clear, and I need for Cosmo to get the message, that this is unacceptable. For now, he got a time out and a close up view of his creation, and a scolding. I have a hard time even doing that. Cosmo is the most affectionate of my kitties, and extremely possessive. He instinctively marks anything he thinks he owns. He strokes his chin against doors, closets, pillows, cardboard.
Oh well, I’m calmer now that I’ve cleaned up, and written about it.
And I was thinking that today was “Fat Tuesday” – Cosmo must have misunderstood, and thought I was going to focus on Fatty. Well it’s still early enough for me to head downtown….I will update a little later.
The Big Girl