it’s only about 43 days since the mogs came to live here, and now they are having to deal for the second time with Vacuum-Cleaner Auntie.
The first time their downstairs space was invaded by the roaring monster was only 4 days after they came, and no-one was allowed out. They responded by pooing copiously in the least convenient places they could find, especially those that had just been vacuumed.
This time they are so laid back it’s as if they haven’t noticed she’s there at all. I never cease to be impressed by the adaptability of cats.
Not to mention their total impeviousness to the fact that it’s them causing most of the mess that needs vacuuming – hair, tracked litter, and the rest.
Deeply chilled creatures.