It is a lovely day out. Sunny, clear skies and not too warm. I have been napping on Mom's bed. But Mom... holey schmoley... she's running around moving stuff here and there. She's cleaning, and she's like a crazy bean. Why all the fuss?
Because we -might- and I do mean -might- as opposed to -will-, be having a guest visiting later this week. This person is a Very Special Person, and Mom wants the house all spiffy clean.
She's even going to bake cookies.
I am going to stay out of her way.
Who is the Very Special Person that -might- be visiting? Mom won't tell me. But I gotta say this person must mean a lot to Mom because she won't even do any sewing until The House Is Clean.
And she says she'll take away my stinky goodness if I so much as drop a hint.
So I'm just gonna nap right here on the bed and mind my own business.