Ponderings by Picasso
It happens each year when the guy with the dragon-like contraption sucks the very life from our carpet.
Gone are the deep-embedded cat hairs and whatever else the humans have dragged in since last March.
The best part of it all?
I watched it all from the comfort of the humans' queen-sized bed.
The other cat in the house?
Not so happy.
She hid in the closet.
Might still be there as I ponder.