she's cleaning. she's organizing.
why? why does she forsake our comfortable bed where she can have as many kitty snuggles as wants? where there are deep and soothing purrs that last for days? why?
wait...why is our favorite wand toy in the trash? why does it smell horrid in here? you vacuumed over it? smoke came out of the sucky monster? the toy is all mangled up? open a window, would you...that smell is gross. and get off the computer. no you, don't need to order new belts for the monster. i like when you can't use it!
whispering: i've got to run...she's eying my floofiness as a duster!
screeching: no mom! not the lemon pledge!!!