2/22/12

SHAMPOOING THE CARPET




Mojo might as well get over it, because he’s the reason we had it shampooed. In spite of what the Purina company told me, that cat food must have some food coloring in it somewhere.

The carpet cleaning guy walked in with a noisy vacuum and a big hose that snaked through the front door into the far reaches of the house. The horrified Mojo had nowhere to hide. He fled under the bed, and here came the big bad man. Panic-stricken, he tore through the house and upstairs. Here came the big bad man again. Mojo whipped through the house to the bedroom closet. And, yes, the big bad man again. He hissed at the man, who laughed at him. This disturbed Mojo even more.

The landing on our stairway overlooks the living room. Sometimes Mojo peeps through the banister rails at us, but he never jumps off. On the day of the carpet shampoo, he soared between the rails like Supercat, barely touching the couch below, and hit the floor in a sonic speed run.

I’m sorry, Mojo, but humans have to clean carpets. You should know this, since you are king of humankind in your mind.

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