Spring has officially arrived at our house.

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.

Later, P.