We are generally a neat and tidy family. Wait. No, that’s me. The other two humans living here aren’t uber neat and tidy, but they are in training. One has been in training for YEARS. The two felines in our house are relatively neat and tidy unless Madam Mischief is stalking socks and dropping them in the hallway, stairwell or in front of Darling Husband’s office door. Dowager Feline Clancy is infinitely neat and tidy being that she is a Duchess of Extraordinary Good Sense.
Yes, I am that person who gets up, makes the bed, unloads the dishwasher and reloads it, wipes the counters, sweeps the floors and straightens up clutter. I am notorious for straightening up other people’s clutter which they think is perfectly fine right where it is till I “lose” it for them. Ha.
But there are days that even I don’t want to make the bed.
|Madam Mischief guards Dowager Feline Clancy.|
|DFC is an equal opportunity nester in my Darling Teen’s bed.|
|Could you disturb her? Not me!|