Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Why I Can't Do Housework

The answer in three words: Squeaky the Cat.

A disproportionate amount of space on this blog has been devoted to the adorable and occasionally gross Capt. Nap (see: "Poo Paws: Capt. Nap's Cure for Fatigue" and "Thank You for Vomiting, Napoleon").  Today, I will begin to remedy that apparent show of favoritism by devoting an entire post to blaming some stuff on Squeaky.

In fact, I will let pictures tell the story. Below is a collage of our friend Squeaky, which I believe amply illustrates what I'm talking about:
"Want me to move so you can unpack your really important medicine and get it into the fridge? No can do! This is a nice perch!"
"Trying to get some writing done? Fuggetaboutit." (I was later told that, charming as this pose is, it is NOT good for the laptop.  Any damage: Squeaky's fault.)
"Oh, you want to make the bed? Check me out! I'm too cute to move. Plus, I'm warm and comfortable. Begone with you!" 
"Planning to, er, recycle these trashy magazines? Sorry!"
"This trashcan stays RIGHT HERE! I'm looking at something." 
"Hey! What are you doing now? Want to play? Is it dinnertime yet?  Is it dinnertime yet? What about now?"
So, there you have it. If I am slow to update my blog or comment on yours, you now know who's to blame.

8 comments:

  1. Karen, thank you! She thinks so too. :)

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  2. Of course you would have a black cat too! (There seems to be quite a few of us bloggers owned by black cats. I'm currently owned by two.) Squeaky is adorable! What could you possibly want to look at on your laptop, in a magazine or in a box that would be better than looking at and adoring Squeaky? I mean, really!

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    1. Excellent points, all, Ellen! Of course, there is no household task I'd rather do than look at/adore Squeaky. She is spoiled indeed.

      p.s. Thanks for saying she's adorable. She is getting a BIG head with all this attention.

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  3. I also have been claimed by two black cats. One of them believes in treating me roughly (todays trousers have blood stains on both legs) and the other believes that 3am is cat petting time. Like Squeaky they are adorable - but they also need to be. Some say that they are spoilt, they say they are underprivileged...

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    1. Oh, 3am *isn't* cat petting time? We have it all wrong over here, I guess. Actually, cat petting time is any old time they feel like it (often coinciding with human eating time). As is cat playing time. If they had their way, so would cat feeding time.

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  4. This post is so funny....and cute both. Good reason not to do housework

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    1. Thanks, Kim! Squeaky is a fantastic reason not to do housework. (That, plus I kind of hate it!)

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