December 16, 2006

The Woman spent the afternoon cleaning the kitchen, especially the counters. She scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, until the whole house smelled like bleach and everyone's eyes were watering, and when she was done she was quite proud of how clean the counters were.

So I jumped up to inspect.

And then she says, "I just cleaned those! Why are you up there?"

Um, because you just cleaned them. Clean counters feel good on a kitty's tushy. In fact, while everyone is asleep tonight, I think I'll get up there and enjoy every single clean counter top under my nice furry butt.

Think about that when you've got your breakfast sitting on one of them tomorrow morning.

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