A wild Friday night: Pizza Hut & shampooing my carpet.
My parents showed up just after five with pizza from Sturgeon Bay and a rented carpet shampooer. This was planned, not an intervention.
We vacuumed, moved furniture, and my dad led the charge in shampooing. I’ve done it myself once before, back in 2017 when my cats had fleas and I shampooed my apartment in one of many attempts to free myself from their small, jumpy, persistent torture.
A couple of hours after our pizza and the carpet and couches have been thoroughly cleaned. I can already tell it’s made a difference. After over two years of Merlin and Arthur, there’s only so much a weekly vacuum can do for the floor. This makes it feel new again. Though now the floor and couches are wet and I had to head to bed early as one of the only dry places to rest.
Speaking of cats, Arthur is thoroughly traumatized again. He’s never liked noise — and hides during the weekly vacuum — but I think the prolonged machine noise plus the rearranging of furniture made him think a move is coming. Moving is Arthur’s worst nightmare. And moving with Arthur ever again in our lives is mine.
I just fished him out from a corner in the dining room where he’d huddled under a chair for the past hour and a half since my parents left and deposited him back under the covers in bed. There’s a fan blowing in the living room and a dehumidifier on in the bedroom, but at least Arthur can hide from the noise in one of his favorite sleeping spots.
Now here’s to hoping he — or Merlin — doesn’t immediately throw up on this revitalized carpet overnight. Knock on wood.
With Love,
Natalie