Lucy and I are on the outs today. It all started over at redneckin where Chuck has been cheering GF along with redecorating her kitchen. After making oh, so many useful suggestions, I looked at mine and said, "Yikes, this needs a good cleaning!"

Out comes the bucket, and the Mr. Clean and the scrubber sponge. This is a problem. Lucy is far nosier than a cat and likes to be in the middle of things. She is not allowed near cleaning solutions because they are not good for her respiratory system. I spent all afternoon yesterday scrubbing (and how, exactly, did THAT get over HERE) and Lucy spent it hollering because she was left out.

She has been cross with me all day. She tossed her boiled egg off the cage onto the floor and bit me when I put it back. Then threw it off again. Snot.