KP at HON

Since it's March already, that means it was November (just before the family came in for Thanksgiving) when I cleaned the house like the Biltmore. I'm a fan of low maintenance living, but 5 months without a complete once over and I feel like I am living at the pound.
Coincidentally, Thanksgiving was when I inherited two more pets, cat #2 Pixi and cat #3 Tiggee. At that point, the HON (House on Nichols) became an animal shelter for misbehaved, spoiled rotten domestic critters. Then came another, Ms. Beepers. The critters far outnumber the humans at the HON so it is my full-time night job feeding, petting, scooping, doting, medicating, brushing, coaxing, refereeing these five little 4-legged, good-for-nothing furballs. The cats have their own room (which they don't ever clean). The dogs have their own room too (which they destroy with food and slobber) and they also make a temporary residence in the cat room to scavenge for leftover kibbles. The dogs have dog beds, where dogs are supposed to sleep. Not my Beep and Ember. They sleep in front of or beside the dog bed but not on it. Most nights, they still prefer my bed over the floor. There is cat hair in my toothpaste, paw prints on my toilet seat, cat food next to the coffee pot, dog hair on the couch... that is just in the HON. You should see the yard. The yard is ridden with an assortment of poly-fill "flowers" pulled from what were stuffed animals, mutilated pop cans (stolen from the recycling), and numerous holey running socks that were lifted from the laundry. The new Kia, well, I bought it with a gray interior and now it is gray with black (dog hair) and brown (mud) striations.
None of you reading this are surprised by these conditions. You know that my standard of cleanliness is just a bit cleaner than a backcountry campsite. Close quarters with five furries is testing my low maintenance threshold and I am firmly planning on not lowering my standards to that of a backcountry wolf den or cougar cave.
I just sacrificed two lovely, sunny, Sunday afternoon hours to sterilize my house though I accomplished very little. Only made it through the bedroom and part of the bath. Going to get back to the housework being that it is 9:30pm and therefore it is dark, I should be able to punch through at least one more room. As long as I can stay focused, and don't end up snuggling with all these lovable critters.

Up to something.
"Hey hey hey, woof woof woof I didn't do it. Ember did."


In something.
"Meow, my human mommy, where is the fancy feast?"


No other place we'd rather be.