I cleaned house today. Not really deep or anything. I haven’t done much since we got back from Disneyland (can you believe we took Wally in four weeks ago today? I don’t know if it seems like forever ago or just yesterday). First week back Brian was sick (not to mention a couple of cats), the next week I was just feeling too down to do much and Brian was home a lot and this past week I didn’t feel well. Some sort of lower intestinal thing, not the flu, but bad pain that just kept me sidelined.
Today I just couldn’t take it anymore and cleaned. Dusted, vacuumed the house and cat trees/condos, did some laundry, took the sofa covers outside and shook them out (they need to be laundered, but the machines were already booked) and cleaned out the litterboxes in the house. I ran the Swiffer with a wet towel over the worst of the areas that the cats have peed on and puke spots on the floors. I broke out in a sweat, but it was making me feel worse than I did, seeing all the dust bunnies building up along the walls and under the chairs. So, I got off of my ass and cleaned. I feel emotionally better now for having done it, but I’m physically sore. I’ll get over it.
As I cleaned certain areas, I was reminded of certain cats. When I vacuumed the cat trees in the living room (the very same ones you can see on the occasional cam), I looked for long, long whiskers. Wally spent lots of time on one of them and I paid particular attention looking for whiskers on that one. And in the family room, I thought about him when I vacuumed one of the cat trees by the fireplace. Another spot that he liked.
And I got to thinking about what I do in the normal course of a day that reminds me of cats who’ve passed on.
Vacuuming always reminds me of Pepper. That little girl stood right up to that noisy growl monster. She’d stand there and not move as it got closer to her. And when it was close enough, she’d slap the hell out of it. Always made me laugh.
There are times when I walk down the hallways that I’m reminded of Maggie, how she used to run through the house, I called it “motorboating”. Because, like a little kid, she’d make noises as she ran. It was the most adorable thing. I smile just remembering.
And Handsome. Food preparation reminds me of Handsome. Anything in the kitchen reminds me of Handsome. I wonder why?
Running water in the bathroom sink reminds me of Annie. She used to love to drink from the faucets.
Those are just a few of the things that remind me right now. How about you? What reminds you of kitties passed on?
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