I remember when…
I could leave bread on the counter (in a bag) and not have to sweep it up in the morning. (Pumpkin=guilty) I now use the microwave as a breadbox.
I was allowed to use the bathroom in peace. Nowadays, Pixie considers it a perfect place to demand my undivided attention… not like I have anything better to do than pet the cat, right? I’m not sure how I ever managed to take care of myself on the toilet previously, without a cat on my shoulder.
Speaking of which, I remember when cats stayed on the ground. I’ve heard of shoulder riding cats, I’ve seen photos… but I didn’t really believe in them. I do now. Thank goodness our (my) parrot-cat is Miss Pixie full of grace, not Pumpkin the destructo-cat, or Ninja the filet’er of flesh.
I remember when I didn’t have to check the appliances before using them.
I remember when I could wash the dishes on my own. These days it’s one of the cats favorite supervisory roles. Pixie also likes to pop the soap bubbles, and Ninja still steals my sponge and dish clothes. They get wet, especially when I have to use wet hands to remove them from where they aren’t supposed to be (the drainer!), but it doesn’t stop them.
Getting wet doesn’t keep them out of the shower either. They don’t actually get in the tub, but there’s a large window sill that lets them get practically nose-to-nose with us while we’re trying to wash our hair.
I remember when I didn’t have help to get those annoying spills on the lower part of the cabinet.
.. and remember how good the the last french fries out of the bag always were. You know, whoever divvies up the goods, gets the bag fries? Not anymore…
but I also remember a time without cats in our lives… it was not as cute, somewhat sad, and definitely more boring.
and just because this post made me think of it: (not tonsils .. at least that’s what my preview shows :D but the song…)