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During Kitten Season when I had two rambuctious kitties underfoot everyday this poem said it all. I was never so grateful to find them a good home and they went to the same home together!
Why do I bother,
to clean up the house?
to dust off my computer
and oil my mouse.
To go each room
that resembles a war...
Because every object is now on the floor!
All of our treasures,
scattered like rain
and each room destroyed
by 2 hurricanes!
So I start to repair order
but there is a distraction
Four beady eyes
watch my every action!
So I scrub and I wash,
and I set items on shelves
and still I am watched
by two furry elves!
So once the room's clean
and I close the door
I think that I hear-
Objects hitting the floor!
So why do I bother?
to clean everyday?
Because my house is a playground
For two kittens at play!
Why do I bother,
to clean up the house?
to dust off my computer
and oil my mouse.
To go each room
that resembles a war...
Because every object is now on the floor!
All of our treasures,
scattered like rain
and each room destroyed
by 2 hurricanes!
So I start to repair order
but there is a distraction
Four beady eyes
watch my every action!
So I scrub and I wash,
and I set items on shelves
and still I am watched
by two furry elves!
So once the room's clean
and I close the door
I think that I hear-
Objects hitting the floor!
So why do I bother?
to clean everyday?
Because my house is a playground
For two kittens at play!
