The petsitter came over last night to pick up her money. We also got her a little something at Disneyland, some Eeyore stuff (her favorite character).
She told us that she’d slept in the extra room (the only room the cats are not allowed in), on the floor. I guess she doesn’t sleep with pets, even at home. And she said she slept a lot better without them bugging her. I hear that.
She said “it’s a lot of work, I don’t know how you do it. You guys are special.” I kind of laughed at that and made air quotes when I repeated “special”. Then I told her there are two of us cleaning up after them and they also get to go outside during the day, which is a huge help. And I said “we didn’t start out this way.”
She ate nothing while she was here, she didn’t shower here, she didn’t sleep in our bed…the only cleanup I had (thinking back to the other sitter, the one who killed Wally) was our clothes and a few places of cat pee. No laundry, cat boxes were clean, no dishes, didn’t have to change the sheets. It was lovely.
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