Ting

My bathroom is immaculate.
No crud in the tile grout.
Litter all up off the floor,
Tangled hair in soap no more.

TaraRAH, Boomdeeay!
I cleaned the sink today!
Wiped every scum away!
All trace of poop at bay!


Conferences this week, scanty schedule at work, so I resolved to spend each day home early with a particular area of the apartment, and clean it as though we were moving - and really needed the the deposit back. Figured I will have the whole place impeccable in a week and a half. The bathroom was the most offensive, as usual, but mostly because Moby is an old guy cat, who tends to be a bit reckless about his peeing* habits. And he loves to make the bathroom floor a beach with his litter. It's good litter, in that it's wheat byproduct, flushable, but it does get a bit gummy when settled into the tile grout mixed with the water from the shower, then glues itself down. I took everything out, and nothing came back in until it gleamed. Ok, yes, my long hair was the second most guilty culprit. Damn strands get everywhere. Dust and soap, dampened into a impenetrable muck.

All comes of having to move every year for so long, and we've been here over three years now, and the dirt accumulates. We are not naturally tidy people. Oh, at work, I am, very much so. But not at home. So I have to get work mindset on, to tackle the mess at home, once in a while at least. I'm cleaner than D, which makes it even more of a slog to have to get both of us moving.

Our internet connection is very slow today, so I'm keeping this to text only. Gusty, threatening clouds, March as usual.



*We've had to get a boot mat and throw a throw rug on it, in the front hall. He seems to think the carpet there a fine place to take a piss, and nothing will dissuade him. But he especially loves soft throw rugs, and we try another tactic. Good anti-odorant keeps us from wanting to rip up the carpet, but it's a constant battle to keep ahead of him†. We're hoping this will help. The Pee-mat was no match for his claws, and he only preferred it occasionally. It's not every day, but a few times a week, always in the early morning‡.



†One of the most common reasons given in the decision to put an elderly relative in a facility, is incontinence. People seem to be able to take a lot of crazy and cranky, but when grampa makes the sofa smell of urine, folks tend to get evictive. Less so elderly pets, oddly.

‡ Until I said that, and caught in mid crouch at 11 AM∏.
"Cat?!"
"What?"

∏And then, this afternoon, as I wrote this. At least the throw on the mat, but still. Damn, damn, damn.