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firecatThe Background:
I'm not a tidy housekeeper and sometimes some of my clothes get stored on the floor or on furniture. Furthermore, there isn't enough room in my study for everything that I want to keep in here.
The Setting:
My study. The computer is near the back wall.
Against the wall opposite the door is a large "zero gravity recliner" that the cats like to sleep in, especially when it has unsorted clean laundry in it. At the moment, it holds a large, inflated exercise ball, which the cats hate because it makes weird squeaky noises and sometimes chases them and it's bigger than they are.
Near the door is a storage area consisting of 2' wide and 2' deep shelves, some with wire mesh dividers. When I'm being on the tidier side, I store some of my clothes in there.
The Gathering Storm:
I notice a lot of tank tops on the floor. I assume that I dumped them there after doing laundry and forgot to put them away. I put them away.
A couple of days later, I notice a lot of tank tops on the floor again. I think "I thought I put these away. Guess not." I put them away.
Their Finest Hour:
Late one evening I hear a soft rhythmic scraping sound. I look in the direction of the sound and see my cat Biscuit standing on her hind legs, scraping tank tops out of the tank top storage shelf. Once she has cleared enough room on the shelf, she hops in, lies down, and goes to sleep.
Well, I think she would have lain down and gone to sleep if I hadn't interrupted her by laughing uproariously.
The Grand Alliance:
A short time later, I find Angus on the shelf.
The Hinge of Fate:
The next day, I put the tank tops back on the shelf.
That evening I hear the sound of a cat tongue scraping against fabric. The tank tops are on the floor. Biscuit is back in the shelf, nonchalantly cleaning herself (and the few remaining tank tops that she's using as a bed cushion).
Closing the Ring:
Biscuit is now scraping the tank tops off the shelf nightly.
How long will it take for her to defeat the evil forces who invaded the recliner and installed the exercise ball in it?
I'm not a tidy housekeeper and sometimes some of my clothes get stored on the floor or on furniture. Furthermore, there isn't enough room in my study for everything that I want to keep in here.
The Setting:
My study. The computer is near the back wall.
Against the wall opposite the door is a large "zero gravity recliner" that the cats like to sleep in, especially when it has unsorted clean laundry in it. At the moment, it holds a large, inflated exercise ball, which the cats hate because it makes weird squeaky noises and sometimes chases them and it's bigger than they are.
Near the door is a storage area consisting of 2' wide and 2' deep shelves, some with wire mesh dividers. When I'm being on the tidier side, I store some of my clothes in there.
| Long sleeve sweaters and sweatshirts | |
| Long pants | |
| Short sleeved knitted shirts | Long sleeved knitted shirts |
| Shorts | Knitted tank tops |
| Laundry basket storage | |
The Gathering Storm:
I notice a lot of tank tops on the floor. I assume that I dumped them there after doing laundry and forgot to put them away. I put them away.
A couple of days later, I notice a lot of tank tops on the floor again. I think "I thought I put these away. Guess not." I put them away.
Their Finest Hour:
Late one evening I hear a soft rhythmic scraping sound. I look in the direction of the sound and see my cat Biscuit standing on her hind legs, scraping tank tops out of the tank top storage shelf. Once she has cleared enough room on the shelf, she hops in, lies down, and goes to sleep.
Well, I think she would have lain down and gone to sleep if I hadn't interrupted her by laughing uproariously.
The Grand Alliance:
A short time later, I find Angus on the shelf.
The Hinge of Fate:
The next day, I put the tank tops back on the shelf.
That evening I hear the sound of a cat tongue scraping against fabric. The tank tops are on the floor. Biscuit is back in the shelf, nonchalantly cleaning herself (and the few remaining tank tops that she's using as a bed cushion).
Closing the Ring:
Biscuit is now scraping the tank tops off the shelf nightly.
How long will it take for her to defeat the evil forces who invaded the recliner and installed the exercise ball in it?