Saturday is housework day, and none of our brood are particularly fond of the noisy appliances we call Hate Machines. They do enjoy clean floors, though, so they’re always extra happy when the housework is done.
Stanley enjoyed a blissful snooze in his hammock after the steam mop went back in the closet. They’re all strewn about the house in various states of happy disarray now, so I proclaim it a successful Saturday.