It has been a while since I shared a Minga post. Today the carpet cleaner man came to give us a free cleaning since we’ve been in our apartment for longer than a year. The carpet in this place is reason 8,645,332,926 why I hate living here at this place [but who’s counting, eh?!]. It was already five plus years old, and I think the previous bachelor tenant had a dog. To say that this cleaning NEEDED TO HAPPEN is a vast understatement. I feel so much better looking at the floors in here today – the whole place looks cleaner (not quite as dingy as normal, anyway)… and Mommy is a happy camper. Everyone benefits when Mommy is happy.
Minga, however, is still shedding profusely on top of a bookshelf. I don’t think she appreciates the fact that our carpet isn’t quite as polka-dotted with nasty stains now. While the carpet man was here, she bolted off of the bookshelf and we thought she got outside. We ran around calling for her (she’s never been outside). Turns out she ended up under the bed instead. [Hey – at least we got in PE for today!] We were relieved to find her inside. We banished her to the bathroom until the man with the creepy, loud suction hose was clear of the building. I went in there to check on her and couldn’t find her. I scanned the room looking for motion or a cat shape… nothing. Then, in the corner of my eye, I saw something shiny… it was her eye peeking out from behind the dirty clothes pile at the foot of my washing machine.
This is one “stuff-on-my-cat” pose that was entirely NOT staged. She actually went behind our toilet and shimmied her way up into this pile of clothes. She blends right in, don’t you think? Cat camo! We are calling her ‘scaredy cat’ now. Poor thing. It may take a while for her to settle back into a normal routine. My husband can’t resist a practical joke. He laughed so hard when he saw her in the corner under this pile of clothes that every time he sees her in the house now, he does his best ‘high-powered-carpet-steamer’ impression and watches her puff out like a troll doll (and streak like lightning for the nearest hiding spot). What a chicken I have for a cat! I feel sorry for her being in such a family as mine… we tend to enjoy a prank (especially those at her expense).
*disclaimer: no animals were harmed during the making of this post.