Don't make the bed!

My mom was visiting. She is a neat freak and I am someone who
organizes, but by "piles" (ie, I think it is intuitive that important
legal papers go in the scanner, and I won't put a mug away in the
cupboard if I'm just going to get it out again the next morning.

By this logic, I do not "make the bed." Come on, I slept in a sleeping
bag until I was 24.

My mom decided that she would do me "Favours" by fixing my house to
suit her, and one thing was to make the bed.

Well. Tyche was on that bed in a nice little loaf when my mom came
along to make the bed and she gave the sheet a tug. Tyche
hissed--knock it off!

My mom told Tyche to dry up and gave the sheet a really big tug, hoping
to get it out from under Tyche. Only Tyche sank in her claws and came
along from the ride, snarling and puffing up, hissing madly! That
sheet belonged BENEATH HER FUZZY ASS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

While I eventually picked up and removed the swearing,
psychotic-looking kitty so my mom could make the bed, I did receive
much private amusement from this.

Also when Kumani barfed on my mom's pillow.

The morals of the story:

1. Don't make the bed
2. Tyche throws down, Kumani throws up.

--Fil

Enfilade wrote:
My mom was visiting. She is a neat freak and I am someone who
organizes, but by "piles" (ie, I think it is intuitive that important
legal papers go in the scanner, and I won't put a mug away in the
cupboard if I'm just going to get it out again the next morning.

By this logic, I do not "make the bed." Come on, I slept in a sleeping
bag until I was 24.

My mom decided that she would do me "Favours" by fixing my house to
suit her, and one thing was to make the bed.

Well. Tyche was on that bed in a nice little loaf when my mom came
along to make the bed and she gave the sheet a tug. Tyche
hissed--knock it off!

My mom told Tyche to dry up and gave the sheet a really big tug, hoping
to get it out from under Tyche. Only Tyche sank in her claws and came
along from the ride, snarling and puffing up, hissing madly! That
sheet belonged BENEATH HER FUZZY ASS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

While I eventually picked up and removed the swearing,
psychotic-looking kitty so my mom could make the bed, I did receive
much private amusement from this.

Also when Kumani barfed on my mom's pillow.

The morals of the story:

1. Don't make the bed
2. Tyche throws down, Kumani throws up.

--Fil

LOL, Fil. Ain't visiting parents wunnerful? BTDT.

--
Sam, closely supervised by Mistletoe

Enfilade wrote:

I am someone who organizes, but by "piles" (ie, I think it is
intuitive that important legal papers go in the scanner

LOL!

My mom decided that she would do me "Favours" by fixing my house to
suit her, and one thing was to make the bed.

I like a clean house, and to be honest, dirt and mess depress me.
However, that urge is tempered by an equal amount of laziness. Usually
what happens is, I let the housework go until I can't stand it anymore,
and I then I attack it all in one big orgy of cleaning. (Well, that's
what I used to do. These days, I have physical limits, so the orgy of
cleaning is more like several days in a row of mini-orgies.)

My point being, please send your mom over here. I'd love a guest who
wants nothing more than to help me pull my life together by cleaning
my apartment. (I know, easy to say - she's not *my* mother.)

Well. Tyche was on that bed in a nice little loaf when my mom came
along to make the bed and she gave the sheet a tug. Tyche
hissed--knock it off!

My mom told Tyche to dry up and gave the sheet a really big tug, hoping
to get it out from under Tyche. Only Tyche sank in her claws and came
along from the ride, snarling and puffing up, hissing madly! That
sheet belonged BENEATH HER FUZZY ASS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Hee hee! She's doing very well by her Trainer.

While I eventually picked up and removed the swearing,
psychotic-looking kitty so my mom could make the bed

Oh, I wish you had a photo of the swearing, psychotic-looking kitty!

Also when Kumani barfed on my mom's pillow.

Oopsie!

Joyce

"Enfilade" wrote in message
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My mom was visiting. She is a neat freak and I am someone who
organizes, but by "piles" (ie, I think it is intuitive that important
legal papers go in the scanner, and I won't put a mug away in the
cupboard if I'm just going to get it out again the next morning.

By this logic, I do not "make the bed." Come on, I slept in a sleeping
bag until I was 24.

My mom decided that she would do me "Favours" by fixing my house to
suit her, and one thing was to make the bed.

Well. Tyche was on that bed in a nice little loaf when my mom came
along to make the bed and she gave the sheet a tug. Tyche
hissed--knock it off!

My mom told Tyche to dry up and gave the sheet a really big tug, hoping
to get it out from under Tyche. Only Tyche sank in her claws and came
along from the ride, snarling and puffing up, hissing madly! That
sheet belonged BENEATH HER FUZZY ASS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

While I eventually picked up and removed the swearing,
psychotic-looking kitty so my mom could make the bed, I did receive
much private amusement from this.

Also when Kumani barfed on my mom's pillow.

The morals of the story:

1. Don't make the bed
2. Tyche throws down, Kumani throws up.

--Fil

ROTFLOL! Go, Tyche!

Joy

Ahhh!! ROFL!!!

My mom would do that when i was growing up and talking to me in my
room. She would start picking things up, i HATED it

And i hated it if she came down to LA cause i was afraid she was gonna
organize and go through my stuff

But thank goodness, she's allergic to cats and therefore doesn't come
by the apartment or stays with me. *grin*


Kristi

Mischief wrote:
Ahhh!! ROFL!!!

My mom would do that when i was growing up and talking to me in my
room. She would start picking things up, i HATED it

And i hated it if she came down to LA cause i was afraid she was gonna
organize and go through my stuff

But thank goodness, she's allergic to cats and therefore doesn't come
by the apartment or stays with me. *grin*


Kristi

Oh my Gosh, Kristi, I am SO glad my mom is allergic to cats, too. She
hasn't come to visit me in 20 years, but she's threatening now. Grrrrrrrr.

kili

--
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/kilikini

Enfilade wrote:
My mom was visiting. She is a neat freak and I am someone who
organizes, but by "piles" (ie, I think it is intuitive that important
legal papers go in the scanner, and I won't put a mug away in the
cupboard if I'm just going to get it out again the next morning.

By this logic, I do not "make the bed." Come on, I slept in a
sleeping bag until I was 24.

My mom decided that she would do me "Favours" by fixing my house to
suit her, and one thing was to make the bed.

Well. Tyche was on that bed in a nice little loaf when my mom came
along to make the bed and she gave the sheet a tug. Tyche
hissed--knock it off!

My mom told Tyche to dry up and gave the sheet a really big tug,
hoping to get it out from under Tyche. Only Tyche sank in her claws
and came along from the ride, snarling and puffing up, hissing madly!
That sheet belonged BENEATH HER FUZZY ASS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

While I eventually picked up and removed the swearing,
psychotic-looking kitty so my mom could make the bed, I did receive
much private amusement from this.

Also when Kumani barfed on my mom's pillow.

The morals of the story:

1. Don't make the bed
2. Tyche throws down, Kumani throws up.

--Fil

Please thank your mother for giving me a good laugh! :-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

Enfilade wrote:
The morals of the story:

1. Don't make the bed
2. Tyche throws down, Kumani throws up.

--Fil

ROFL! Go Tyche and Kumani!!

I have to admit, the only reason I make my bed is to keep the cat
dander to a minimum between the sheets, since I *am* allergic to the
lovely and alluring Princess Rita. However, other than that, I'm a
very lax housekeeper. My idea of cleaning is to sweep the room with a
glance. So the place is a mess. It's always a mess. When people
come over, I say, 'Sorry for the mess, but hey, I live this way'.
At least I keep the dishes in the kitchen and washed. Mostly.

Jane
- owned and operated by Princess RIta

i have the luxury of having a maid come in once a week. She always makes the
bed very nicely with all the teddy bears posed. She told me she has to lock
Tank out of the bedroom when she does this because he fights all the sheets.
Tigger, on the other hand, loves to help me make the bed. She gets in the
middle and meows - throw the sheets on top of me meowmie. She stays under
the sheets for awhile and purs.

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Ollie via CatKB.com u15450@uwe wrote:

Tigger, on the other hand, loves to help me make the bed. She gets in the
middle and meows - throw the sheets on top of me meowmie. She stays under
the sheets for awhile and purs.

Smudge does that, too! It's so cute. Especially since usually, Smudge's
purrs are extremely quiet, and I have to put my ear right next to her
nose to hear it. But when she's under the covers, I can hear her purring
from where I'm standing.

Joyce