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Love is Dirty

Bob on my sofa


Cleanliness belongs to air-conditioned rooms. Heaven must be air-conditioned since cleanliness is next to godliness.

I keep my windows open so that my cats can come in and go out as they like. They do make the walls and windowsills dirty. Maggie and I clean the places regularly as well as we can. My cats make the sofa covers dirty. It’s my duty to wash the covers regularly while Maggie cooks food for me and our cats. We are happy, cats and us.

Our relatives have problems, however. How can we keep the house clean with all these cats around?

Our hearts are clean, friends. We keep our house clean too. But if you notice a cat’s pawprint somewhere on the floor tiles or smell a kitten on the sofa covers, please understand that love has its limitations like tolerance.

I have seen children’s toys leaving footprints all over.

Love leaves stains like paw prints. Where there is love, there will inevitably be some footprints.

Air-conditioned rooms are clean. They have no love.

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  1. Yamini MacLeanJuly 23, 2023 at 8:13 PM

    ❣️👍

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  2. AnonymousJuly 23, 2023 at 8:44 PM

    You're right Sir! 👌🏻

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  3. TomJuly 23, 2023 at 11:52 PM

    ...no cats for me, I'm allergic to them.

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  4. peppylady (Dora)July 24, 2023 at 5:29 AM

    Bob, is a good name for him.
    Coffee is on, and stay safe.

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  5. magiceyeJuly 24, 2023 at 6:36 AM

    Indeed!

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  6. AnonymousJuly 24, 2023 at 12:02 PM

    As a golden retriever owner this is very relatable 👍

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 24, 2023 at 12:23 PM

      All those who love pets will agree with me, I'm sure.

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  7. ArtiJuly 24, 2023 at 1:33 PM

    Love. Love. Love this post. And the pawprints.

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  8. Lux G.July 25, 2023 at 1:54 PM

    Ah, yes. Those pawprints are all over our house too. Lots of cleaning but also lots of loving in our hearts.

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  9. AnonymousAugust 2, 2023 at 9:09 PM

    I feel you sir, I too once had cats, not one but 6. their favourite place to sit is either on the sofa or on top of my textbooks when i study. Cats are fluffy bundles of joy

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 3, 2023 at 7:07 AM

      Right now there are 6 cats in my house. Two of them are kittens. All living joyfully together.

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