If only I had an apartment full of zombie animals that would pick up after themselves, do the dishes and laundry, and unpack the last of the boxes from moving.
Well, okay, I do have the animals, but they’re more inclined to sit around and stare at me than lift a paw to help with mopping the floor. On the other hand, hides and bones don’t shed much, so I suppose we’re even.
(Note to self: Get better at practical necromancy.)
Well Momo the Minister of Cleanliness won’t actually clean the house himself, but he will let me know if something’s off. That spot on the kitchen floor? He can tell if it’s just a drip of soapy water from when I was cleaning the counter or if one of the other cats spit something up. If it’s iffy, he’ll try to bury it. Seriously. I have found things I wasn’t sure of and picked up Momo and put him next to it. If he smells it and then is like Noooooo, this must be covered up immediately, out comes the Lysol. He also watches me very carefully to see that I clean the boxes to his liking.
He’s a tough boss, that Momo. He’s also the only cat around here with a job.
People often think of other animals as dirty. But cleanliness really is a survival skill. It reduces the likelihood of diseases and parasites. Plus we aren’t the only ones who like to be comfortable!
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What are your other criteria? :p