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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Do you have any idea

. . .how hard it is to scrub a chair when your cat thinks the sponge is some sort of prey?

*scrub scrub scrub*

*Cat darts in and claws at the sponge*

"Ow! Vader! STOP!"

*Cat runs away, but just around the corner where he sits, watching and waiting*

*scrub scrub scrub*

*Cat darts in and claws at the sponge*

"Ow! Vader! STOP!"

*Cat runs away, but just around the corner where he sits, watching and waiting*

Continue ad nauseum, until you are done, although bleeding.

1 comment:

Lorie said...

If only one found a way to make the sponge/prey thing work to your advantage.. where the cat ends up cleaning the chair... there is the challenge. Add that to your goals...