My human is so bad at domestic type stuff that she needs a housekeeping service to come in and clean. The only problem is she can’t talk to the women because — in spite of being half Hispanic herself — she can only speak about half a dozen words of Spanish. This does not surprise me, since she doesn’t speak Cat very well, either. When the housekeepers showed up this morning and one of them started to leave the door open, all my human knew to say was, “No, uh, gatos…” “Ah, tienes gatos,” the woman nodded and made sure to close the door. At least one of them was on the ball.
Needless to say, this was an imposition on us cats. It put a serious dent in our naptime — I mean, how can you sleep when you have no idea when you’re going to be rudely disturbed by humans with noisy contraptions and smelly liquids? But they weren’t around for too long, and they did leave the house reasonably clean. There wasn’t much they could do with my human’s office, however, except straighten up the mess on her desk. And considering the sheer amount of volume there, even that was difficult to accomplish.
One thing I am not thrilled about is that they found the “festive” jingle bell collar that my human bought before Christmas and promptly misplaced. Fortunately, Christmas was two months ago — with any luck my human will put it away for next year… and forget about it again.
The one big mistake the housekeepers almost made was when they tried to throw away one of my boxes! But my human stopped them in time. Clearly they do not tiene gatos, or they would know better than to throw away boxes unthinkingly.