Last night, while I was writing Chapter 11 of Dead & Dug Up (yes, I got behind a day already), Peter said, "Mom, you don't have to vacuum the floor tonight. Do it in the morning just before the carpet cleaners come." I'm an adult, I know it's not a good idea to listen to the housekeeping advice of a cat - and a lazy one, at that - but I gave in to my all too human nature and procrastinated. And so this morning, as I was frantically vacuuming the area around my desk, the carpet cleaners called and said they were on their way. Yikes! I decided to forgo moving the chair pad so they could clean under the desk - after all, I put it down right after the carpet was cleaned last year and it hasn't moved since.
I mean, it's just a big plastic dirt barrier, isn't it?
And will wonders never cease - the carpet came clean! My dining room chairs are on the screen porch temporarily until the carpet dries. Even the hallway, victim to the majority of Aggie's little accidents is clean and tidy once again. Peter hasn't come out from under the bed since this morning - that is, if he didn't get taken up in the steam cleaner by accident.
Of course, Aggie was on high alert and had to supervise the morning's activity and now she is understandably exhausted. It's hard work being a vigilant cairn terrier. I forget that sometimes.