Oops. I meant to post this yesterday. But this is why nothing got done on Saturday:
My 10-month-old nephew Michael came to spend the night with me. I met his parents for lunch, and took him home with me. (My brother and sister-in-law had plans with the two older boys that Baby Michael would make more difficult, so they asked me to babysit.) With this whole house-cleaning process, even though it's nowhere near clean, I felt confident in saying I could do it, because my house was clean enough for a wee tot to not get in too much trouble.
And, as you can see, my kitty Oliver made a new friend. For the record, it wasn't always Michael crawling towards Oliver. Sometimes it was Oliver coming to lie down by Michael.
But, no. I couldn't really do a whole lot when I was making sure a small child wasn't getting into anything he shouldn't!
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