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blackberry444I simply cannot believe how dirty the bathroom floor has become since I steam-cleaned it on Sunday. It's covered with dust and dross and cat hair. It looks worse now than before I did it.
And there is what can only be described as a big sooty mark on the front of the loo pedestal. It must be the cats!! Of course, everyone denies all knowledge of the cats being allowed in the bath-room. I know that they are always waiting outside when anyone is in there, ready to insinuate themselves inside when the door is opened, and that you have to be pretty quick to stop them going in there. But what I don't understand is how, having sidled in there, they can manage to make the place so mucky!! As far as I know there is no source of sooty black stuff in there, and they don't have pockets. How do they manage it?
I am very dischuffed. I'm trying to work up the irritation sufficiently to make me pick up the nearest one and use him as a cloth to wipe the dirt off. But............I can't The nearest one is Bramble, asleep on my bed, looking fluffy, cute and angelic, buggrit! He's on his back with his paws crossed over his eyes.
Never mind. It's writing class tomorrow.................oh no it's not! It's half-term. Wail! Gnash!
And there is what can only be described as a big sooty mark on the front of the loo pedestal. It must be the cats!! Of course, everyone denies all knowledge of the cats being allowed in the bath-room. I know that they are always waiting outside when anyone is in there, ready to insinuate themselves inside when the door is opened, and that you have to be pretty quick to stop them going in there. But what I don't understand is how, having sidled in there, they can manage to make the place so mucky!! As far as I know there is no source of sooty black stuff in there, and they don't have pockets. How do they manage it?
I am very dischuffed. I'm trying to work up the irritation sufficiently to make me pick up the nearest one and use him as a cloth to wipe the dirt off. But............I can't The nearest one is Bramble, asleep on my bed, looking fluffy, cute and angelic, buggrit! He's on his back with his paws crossed over his eyes.
Never mind. It's writing class tomorrow.................oh no it's not! It's half-term. Wail! Gnash!
