What a floor is for / Para que sirve un piso

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I WALKED INTO THE DINING room yesterday to find both Moose and Dudo on the table. That used to not be permitted — until we gave up. However, we rarely find a cat there and never together. How odd, I thought. But then I realized San Geraldo’s work had spread from his office onto the dining room table. And, since SG spreads his work all over his floor, I think the cats just couldn’t tell the difference.

Years ago, San Geraldo liked to use the kitchen floor for dirty dishes and pots and pans while he cooked (no matter how large the kitchen and how much counter space we had). That practice has been banned since the ’90s. I choose my battles.

The photos begin with Tuesday afternoon’s walk on the beach and are followed by Wednesday’s moonrise. Then, of course, there are the cats. Isabel was here this morning. It took a while for the boys to catch on that they were going to have to wait for their treats. They were quiet but they never let me out of their sight.


ENTRÉ AL COMEDOR AYER PARA encontrar a Moose y Dudo en la mesa. Eso solía estar prohibido — hasta nos dimos por vencidos. Sin embargo, rara vez encontramos un gato allí y nunca juntos. Qué extraño, pensé. Pero luego me di cuenta de que el trabajo de San Geraldo se había extendido desde su oficina a la mesa del comedor. Y dado que SG esparce su trabajo por todo el piso, creo que los gatos simplemente no pueden notar la diferencia.

Hace años, a San Geraldo le gustaba usar el piso de la cocina para platos sucios y ollas y sartenes mientras cocinaba (sin importar cuán grande fuera la cocina y cuánto espacio en el mostrador teníamos). Esa práctica está prohibida desde los años 90. Elijo mis batallas.

Las fotos comienzan con la caminata del martes por la tarde y son seguidas por la salida de la luna del miércoles. Luego, por supuesto, están los gatos. Isabel estuvo aquí esta mañana. A los chicos les tomó un tiempo darse cuenta de que iban a tener que esperar por sus aperitivos. Estaban callados pero nunca me perdían de vista.

• I understand their confusion. It eventually morphs into an obstacle course and I regularly trip over those size 48s (14s). Damned kids! (He did ask permission to use the dining room table.)
• Entiendo su confusión. Eventualmente se transforma en una carrera de obstáculos y regularmente tropiezo con esos tamaños 48 (14). Malditos niños! (Él pidió permiso para usar la mesa del comedor).
Dudo does the Funky Chicken (and keeps me from making the bed).
Dudo hace el Funky Chicken (y evita que yo haga la cama).


Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

26 thoughts on “What a floor is for / Para que sirve un piso”

  1. Hey…….doing a little ‘Funky Chicken’ after breakfast is new to us!! lol
    What is it like having those four eyes glued to you?
    SG and Ron have something in common………ooops I almost tripped!! lol
    Love your moon shots.

    1. Jim:
      Having those four eyes glued to me is VERY disconcerting! Dale was just like SG when she was a teen. As soon as she had a place of her own, she became kind of a neatnik.

    1. Kirk:
      Dudo is great with the camera. Actually holds a pose for me. Moose…. nope. But this time, Dudo was simply in the mood for some attention.

      1. Deedles:
        Yeah, I never knew wither. Our California cats were a LOT less bossy.

    1. Bob:
      Yeah, we’re whipped, too. Especially because they won’t stop staring and whining until they get what they want.

  2. Why is there plastic sheeting covering parts of the cats’ tree? Are you trying to protect its carpeting from being clawed and scratched, like a 1950s housewife covering her sofa in plastic? Inquiring minds want to know!

    1. Debra:
      That’s not plastic sheeting. It’s a velour fabric that’s wrapped around some parts of the kitty condo. It sucks. Doesn’t hold up to cat claws. The carpeted levels are in perfect condition. The velour levels are torn through.

    1. Wilma:
      That surprised me, too. We’ve had a couple of glass-topped coffee tables. They were hesitant at first, but they got over it. So, the dining room table didn’t put them off at all.

  3. That picture of Dudo on the bed is gorgeous! Ah, the Funky Chicken. It’s been decades since I’ve indulged. My dance has devolved into the Stinky Sloth. Oh, well, as long as there’s movement 🙂 Thanks for the kitty pix, Scoot.

    1. Mary:
      Moose saw me and looked away (as if to say, “I’m not here”). Dudo immediately came over for a closer look at the camera and for a cuddle.

    1. Walt the Fourth:
      Oh, I understand completely. Interestingly, I haven’t walked into this dining room table even once. (And I just touched wood.)

  4. That big sun is almost creepy looking! Dave has a tendency to spread his stuff on the floor around his chair in the living room. Every once in a while I push him to go through it and take some of it back to school. Otherwise we’d be BURIED in paper.

    1. Steve:
      That creepy big sun is actually a big moon. Probably still creepy looking. SG and I came to an understanding years ago. If his mess stays in his office, I won’t complain about it. I’ve even managed to get myself to a stage where I can stop myself from automatically picking things up off his floor.

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