From Lily's Pad

It was a very bad day

The other day mama cleaned the apartment. It started off well enough. I helped scrub the bathroom, sort clothes, and then wash dishes. I even volunteered to change sheets on the bed--my favorite part! But then mama did something horrible--she covered my windows!

She got out something called a "cordless drill" and some big pieces of material on a stick , and put it on the wall so that the material hung down. I couldn't believe it! What did I do to deserve this? She knows that my favorite spot is to lie on the back of the recliner and chatter at the mourning doves! Now I have to sit up on the window sill to do this. I can't sleep on it or I will fall off. Why mama, why?!

Mama did something even worse after this--she took out the big monster that lives in the bedroom closet. She says that it's to pick up the fur I shed. I don't understand at all. I hid under the bed while she used it, but when I sneaked out, it trapped me in the corner! I stared right into it's horrible glowing eye and swiped at it. I think it laughed at me. OK, so I don't have any claws, but I can still be pretty fierce. It eventually went back into the closet; I stayed away from mama for the rest of the day.

I don't think I like cleaning house.