The cats are horrifically confused. "But, but, where'd all the stuff go? The piles of things we could sleep on and knock over in the middle of the night and wake you up? And what's up with this 'carpet' stuff?" Ramses spent some time in the bedroom, flopped over and rolling around, but Feina doesn't trust it. She still hops from dresser to desk to chair, without touching the floor if she can help it. Apparently, as a kitten she was stepped on because she was a)teeeeeeeeeny and 2)colored to blend in with the carpet. She's a little wary around both floor and shoes now.
So, yeah. People should, like, come over, and oooh and aaah at the apartment, and how pretty it is, and then go away. Because that way, it stays all pretty-like and clean. I'm starting to think that plastic on the furniture might not be a bad idea.
...dear God, I'm turning into Donna Reed. Send help!
