(*That’s French for cat. Cats in the Couch didn’t quite have the same ring to it.)
I worry that I may have posted this first part already, but welcome to my world of forgetfulness. Long, long ago the kittens were small enough to cram their little bodies under the cabinet toekick in the kitchen, scoot their little bodies under the dishwasher, and pull out the insulation. “Fun! Fluffy stuff!” The floor would be littered with little bits of white. It angered me, and the solution was to stuff a box under the dishwasher. As you can imagine, this was super-convenient.
Here’s a glimpse from the past:
Well, they got older and outgrew such shenanigans. That is, they couldn’t fit under that space anymore and forgot about the fluff. A couple of months go by and Ralph is scooting around on the floor, scoots up to the dishwasher and realizes, “Hey! My arms are a lot longer! This stuff is just right here!” He cleaned out the door in a matter of days. Our dishwasher is noisier now.
So imagine my surprise when weeks later, there is just a ton of fluff on the carpet upstairs. I know we don’t have a dishwasher up there, and the dishwasher we do have is insulationless.
Oh.
Remember my chaise chair?
So does Ralph.
Brad says
It’s good to know Ralph will be able to protect you from any white fluff infestations. I hear it’s really expensive to hire an exterminator to do that.
Peggy says
HAHAHA! But sorry about your chaise. At least he did it on the bottom. And I never knew cats did such
destructiveadorable things! This is more like dog behavior.Chat sournois!
Peggy says
PS-That top picture is AWESOME! It’s frame worthy!