There are some days, when I swear the most effective way to babyproof a house, is to rent a cat.
Sundays are cleaning days around here. We usually have a list of weekly chores we take care of, divided between HubbyCat and myself, of course. And then, depending on what we feel like doing, we sometimes tackle a “project” that’s in need of our attention. It’s a busy day.
Certainly, we have many projects around here that need attention. Today’s project, our computer room. (aka, Office.) This is the room in the house where I toss anything. If I can’t figure out what to do with it, and I need to remove it from the “public” parts of the house, chuck it in the computer room. Over time, it becomes a HUGE mess.
It’s too large of a task to attack in one day. So we’re doing little bits at a time. Today I’m tackling the pile of purses and tote bags piled at the foot of the broken door purse organizer. I’m sitting on the floor, sorting through bags….stuffing the keepers in a storage bin…depositing the give-away-ers in the slowly growing goodwill pile in the other room….taking the trashers over to the garbage can. Busy busy busy….
Every…single….time I walk into another room…Elly is up on something else she shouldn’t be on. Earlier she was hanging from the side of the entertainment center she’s determined to top. (There’s not enough room between it and the ceiling for cat.) Later she surprised me by leaping to the top of the corner fireplace. Mind you, I’ve spent 5 years trying to make sure cats DON’T get up there. And now she’s on top of the 7ft tall bookcase. (As seen in this picture.)
She is either trying to drive me insane while cleaning has already driven me part-way there, or she’s just trying to kill me. It’s all a plot. Maybe she wants to show me what’s safe and what’s not in this house. But if the baby ever figures out how to get to the top of the bookcase…
Didn’t know where to put this but I wanted to tell you Cookie passed away yesterday.