Sunday, February 27

Tigger's scrunched up receipt collection ...

... just a small selection, as Mr Brown did a vacuum last night!I just don't know where she hides them.She's never short of either a scrunched up receipt or a nice new one.Brought us, trailing like a paper ribbon. To be en-scrunched and tossed for hours and hours. Note to self, dust!

6 comments:

Pink Granite said...

LOL on the receipts and the "note to self"!
But I'm impressed that there's no cat hair on the floor.
How did you train the furry girls to vacuum?
;o)

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Lee, I trained Mr Brown to vacuum. Also, the girls have been warned, no hair on the floor, so it's all on the cushions :)

Zoomie said...

When I was growing up, our cats loved it when my mother opened a new pack of cigarettes - she would ball up the crinkly cellophane and throw it for them to play with. It unwrinkled with little crackly sounds that they found irresistible and would bat it all around the room. Thanks for reminding me of a fun memory.

cookiecrumb said...

Free toys! So resourceful.

(When you come to my house, I make you remove your eyeglasses if you wear them. If you don't wear any, I make you wear a pair of mine. Don't want anyone focusing on the dust.)

e said...

Ah, very good on the hair on the cushions rather than on the floor. I have added my clothes to that. ;o) Isn't it great how we spend money on high tech cat toys, and then it's the crumpled up bits of paper they play with? And thank goodness, because how else would we be safe from these receipts?

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Zoomie, those were the days eh? I remember my dad doing the same thing.
Cookie, I just complain about the dust until poor Mr Brown does something about it. I DID wash the kitchen floor on Sunday though, really! The girls then tracked little dirty footprints right across it, bless 'em.
E, ah yes, the clothes, yep. And you're right, you never know when a dastardly receipt is going to leap up and choke you in the night.