Rob agreed. "In fact, they prefer it."
"They have a reputation as fastidious creatures, but I think that's overblown."
"Well, of course."
While the paint was drying, we washed down all the furniture and brushed the cat fur off all the pillows and cushions. Rob swept the floor, and as he was scooping up mounds of cat fur with the dust pan, he was singing a jolly song with a refrain that started like this: "Cats are terrible animals. . . ."
We kept our small friends off the breezeway until the paint was dry, and then we opened the door and they all ran out there again. Here are some pictures of our new improvements and of the cats happily messing them up.
|Fresh white paint|
|Cute rabbit on a shelf in the pie safe|
|My niece, Sophie, gave me this handsome pig.|
|Our gnome, Mr. Halfrey|
|Elroy peeking through the back of a chair|
|Elroy again. He's sitting on the table, getting fur on the tablecloth.|
|Carl preparing to nibble on a bouquet of mint. All our cats enjoy eating bouquets and tipping the vases over.|