Happy Mother's Day

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I thought I'd pop on for a couple and wish all a Happy Thanksgiving. Okay, that's what the computer filled in for me...Happy Mother's day to all you Moms, Mom's of furry kids and Father's that also serve as "Moms" to the furry side of the family. I've been trying to get myself to feel like getting the floor done through the apartment. I get up and sweep some and get ready to mop. Hopefully Petey won't have the YACKS until after 5 p.m. Tuesday when the inspection is over. He already yacked on the sewing machine, although as I said on The Horse's discussion it might have fixed the problem with it running having some cat barf land on it! Anyway I need to clean the fridge inside and I'm debating doing the oven, though it was dirty when I moved in. If they don't like the rest they can pay for a house cleaner!! They go for around $125.00 an hour. I got part of the bathroom floor done. I just need for it to dry so I can lay the carpets back down and then do the other part. I'll do the rest of the apartment tomorrow because it will be a piece of cake. The bathroom was tough because of the litter box and two cats that are litter flingers. I used to keep the boxes in the tub and then sweep the tub and sterilize it when I wanted to shower. I may start doing that again. Right now I'm suffering because of the dust I got up my nose, nothing like allergies to get a person sneezing like crazy! I hope all of you had a great day and had fun!!! It has been quiet around here, mostly. There have been a few emergency sirens that kind of sadden the day making a person wonder if it's a Mom having a problem and praying that it isn't. (OH JOY! Petey just got up and is headed for the bathroom...bet it's to use the litter box!!! I just saw the offering of Mother's day cards, I have to share one I wrote in high school for my Mom-she loved it and had it to the day she died!!! Rose Wither wither little rose When I touch you to my nose You begin to droop, you begin to rot I bury you in the family plot Withered withered little rose Crushed beneath people's toes You used to smell so nice and sweet Now you smell like sweaty feet!!!! I have to add this edit, Petey came back to the living room, apparently, he didn't need the litter box after all, he just went back to see what I had done. WHEW!!! All I needed was kitty foot prints across my clean floor!