I’m not going to lie to you and make assertions that my house is any cleaner than any other soccer mom’s, but I do keep a fairly clean house.
It’s a little bit cluttered, but you won’t find two-week-old peanut butter and jelly sandwiches lying around. Not often anyways.
Still and all, I do have to warn newcomers who walk in our house barefoot. And it’s all because of Sir Monty of Stinky Butt.
(Just to clarify, Sir Monty of Stinky Butt is on the right in the picture above. Though to be fair, the one on the left has been known to occasionally be stinky, too.)
No, he doesn’t leave piles of poo or piles of vomit (often). What he does leave, and usually in the path most commonly walked in the kitchen, are piles of dried kitty food.
He takes a mouthful, walks over to a spot on the floor, and drops it. And then he repeats. Eventually he’ll eat some of those kibbles, but the majority of them he leaves right there.
And in case you are wondering, yes they do crush under 230 pounds, shoes, or no shoes. And, also in case you are wondering, they hurt only slightly less than a Lego at 2:30 in the morning.
I don’t understand why he does this. You don’t see me taking a mouthful of lasagna and leaving it on the floor repeatedly. What is the stinkin’ point?
I don’t have an answer, I’m just putting this out there, in case any of you do.