The wheelchair incidents continue. Tonight I was being so careful not to knock anything over when I did. It was spectacular. My cat Seymour has his dry food, meat and water set out in a plastic tray. So I run over it. After hearing the unmistakable sound of crashing ceramic bowls and crunching plastic, I turned round to see all three bowls upside down on my nice wooden floor and the tray awash with water with the dry food floating in it. There was half an hour’s work for me.
You should see the amount of cleaning our bathroom needs since I decided on silly coloured hair. I’ve managed to splash body parts with the pink, the violet has caused a washing machine effort for the bath-rug, the platinum is very light so not noticed it anywhere yet but my face & neck need a damn good scrub afterwards - I can’t even make a cuppa without a mess now!
I can’t imagine how I’d cope with a kitty now. All those little presents she used to bring me, I guess at least now I’ll never step on a frog when I get out of bed in the morning!
If your cat is anything like my Yorkie, he will take one look at my wheels getting closer, and get out the way…quickly!
Pouring anything is my nemesis, milk water or any liquid hardly ever seems to go anywhere near where I am aiming it, and believe me, milk makes a horrid mess! I reckon the bottles in my fridge spend their time planning which one is going to annoy me next!
One thing ms can’t take from us …our sense of humour.