Sprinkled! vs. Shorty

Thank you, Shorty.

The floor was squeeky clean after one sweeping & three mopping.

No way I could verify that until this boy from the garden right into the room.

Perfect timing.

First, you check the washroom.

Tick.

No mold.

The rubbish bin is empty.

< Panting >

Gosh!  I wish I don't have to running up the staircase, he said.

Then he licked the wet floor.

Next, now that he already wet his paws, he is ready to audit my cleaning process.

< Doing a catwalk >

Nice work!  I love it!  I'll call LouLou so we can (rock n) roll on the floor!

Thank you, my boys!

T.G.I.F., yet, again!

Honestly speaking, the only time that I clean my room (i.e. change the bedding, sweep & double-mop the floor) is on Fridays.  Because I like to start my weekends doing nothing.  Because I like to wash away everything related to the heavy-duty, loaded working days.  It is like a ritual for me.  Psychologically comforting, I say.

It is also the longest time I would bar the boys from entering my room because it want it to be squeaky clean, fur-less, no funny-funny paw prints, doormat in the right position (LouLou likes to play with it, that sillymolly kitty!), no messing with the fresh bedsheet (again, LouLou always like to rasmi the newly changed bedsheet just to prove his kiasu-ness!), no Shorty scratching himself against the wall (Shorty, Mommy is proud of your artwork at the car porch's wall, but not in our room =.=).

r.i.n.a. asked what my plan for tomorrow.  Nothing.  Ooh!  Maybe I want to take my car for vacuum cleaning.  I had said this for the umpteenth times.  Either I was too lazy to make it; or the weather was not right; or I used that budget allocation to buy beauty stuff!  Hah!

The boys are so quiet downstairs.  Did they merajuk again?  (They always go sulking if I did not let them in.)  I better check them now.

Have a nice weekend!

Shampoo girl

I was a shampoo girl yesterday.  It was bright and sunny and I thought What a lovely day!  Okie, boys!  We'll wash the car & clean the porch first.  Then, we'll shower together!  Shorty is always cool with me taking his photos.  However, it is more difficult to shoot LouLou after his shower as he grunts, hating me for making him wet and cold.  That stupid smelly kitty!  Anyway, the freshly showered boy sneaked out from the house this morning while I was still in the bed.  Must be one of the boys who was not paying attention to this short-legged evil!  Luckily the neighbor's dogs made an alert to their human friend.  The joy of being out in the street was cut short for Shorty as he being escorted into the house.

The end.

Cheers!  It is Wednesday!!!

Clean before it goes away

Image from the superb weheartit!

As I am counting the hour to go home (I am at work now), I keep thinking how desperate I need to clean my room.  Crazy, isn't it?  My colleagues were discussing where to celebrate the fresh year tonight.  But me, my mind is racing towards the room, the house...

The floor feels uncomfortably carpet-ish; mostly because of the boys are so generous to fill the naked floor with their furs.

The makeup table is full of yesterdays' newspapers instead of makeups.  And cookies.  And last night's coffee mug.

I must clear and get rid of all junkies before it strike 00:00 hours on January 1st, 2011!!!  You hold on there, girl!!!

Tickle or Tick Off (3)

"Don't get too close or I'll munch your phone too!"

T I C K L E !


Shorty the super wet-nose rascal with his semi-ruined fluffy mate (a nameless Mashimaro).

He likes to shove it to me every time I get back from work & expectedly waits for me to chase him around; pretend trying to snatch the poor little dirty toy from his strong teeth.

When I am not playing with him, he just lies down & licks his playmate.

Ooh!  That is how the Mashimaro got dirty – being hauled around, dropped & left at the grass when he is not playing, and the TLC licking, of course!

The mommy tried to wash it as frequent as possible for the sight of a “tanned” Mashimaro makes her cringe!

Panda-eyed mommy

I had to wake up at 2am in the morning because Shorty poo-poo on my bathroom’s mat.  I was close to scolding him but when I saw the watery poo, I just called him out from under the bed and hugged him.  The night before, LouLou was meowing fiercely in my face, jumping non-stop from the drawer to my bed and into my face until I opened the bathroom door for him.  He pee-pee, and we were back to sleep again.

Sometimes I just wish that Shorty get more vocal whenever he needs to answer a nature’s call although I find it quite annoying when LouLou persistently meow for the bathroom when I was sound asleep.

But anyway, that is the difference between the two of them.  One just contented doing it quietly without disturbing me (until the stench wakes me up) while another must shake and stir me to get what he wants.  Boys…

Thank God tomorrow is Saturday and I can sleep as much as I want (after two nights of interrupted sleep).

Loving Monday

I was down with stomachache yesterday.  Hence, I had to spend my Monday recuperating at home.  I joked with friends that I was more than willing to get sick every Monday.  I mean, it is better than going through a Monday blues anyway.

Talking about the sickness.  It could be the wantan mee or the ABC that I took last Sunday night.  I have to bar these two stalls unless I really want to get another toilet-attack.

And I am lying about recuperating.  I snoozed for about half an hour before lunch (that was right after I took the medicines – which are to be taken before meal).  That is all.  Afterwards, I cleaned the house.  Do my laundry.  Transfer aloe vera, chilli and watermelons plants from pots to the ground.  Cut the grass using the trimmer.  Until I was attacked by the mosquitoes!  So I had to cancel my plan on washing my car because the itchiness really made me very uncomfortable that I need a shower a.s.a.p.!

I am eager to see how the plants today, especially the chillies since there are so many of it; I think at least 10 tiny trees.

Till then, have a happy Tuesday!

Wet, wet, wet!

I hate it when people never dry the toilet seat after using it. I can accept if it happened in a public washroom where the toilet papers are occasionally not available. But right here in the office, the cleaner always provide one extra roll so there is no reason why one cannot wipe the seat.

I bet they like their fat butts to be wet, always.

I bet they were having too much fun lubricating their a55h01e5 they had forgotten about the wet seat once they are out of there.

Fat ass!

Fat, wet ass!

I also wonder why they like to wet the floor as well.

I should have no problem as I always wear sport shoes to work – it provides me a good grip; unlike those seat wetter who wear ladies footwear.

I wish the wet asses will fall down on the floor someday – that would serve them a nice lesson.

Do you like fat, wet ass?

I don't.

Nor do I like a wet toilet seat.