Paper Roses
I’d heard that cats do this - run off with the tp. Leave a little hanging, the furnace kicks on and it’s too much to resist. It only took a quick look to see that this was beyond the normal pranks of felis catus.
Lacking thumbs, a cat clearly couldn’t pull this one off - toilet paper roses? Call it “home alone syndrome” but I briefly thought of a much feared chimp that lives somewhere in our neighborhood. Chimp? Toilet paper roses? I declared chimp-terror most likely completely ridiculous and moved on.
I looked at the roll.
Across the room it unraveled and then turned.
Although Margeaux kept photobombing to give the impression of guilt, I just knew it couldn’t be true. She just wanted the glory!
The roses were less a weird gift and more the twisted mechanisms of a machine - built to clean but also ready to take on a throw rug, towel or loose bit of tissue left dangling. I had suspected foul play where there was no play at all. And Margeaux was merely showboating - nothing new. She loves to share in anything deemed household excitement!
The work saving robot now required my attention to round up the little paper wadlets, gather the tissue, clean the brushes and the paper it had sucked into the bin and while doing that, the dirt spilled out. A robot FAIL today.
No animals were even blamed in the making of this post and only about a third of a roll of cheap toilet paper was lost in the drama. Another lesson was learned in preparation for the robot to run. And there was laughter at the end of the episode just like on TV.
Nothing to do. How boring! I am bored and I will get my revenge.
A human precious thing?
I like it, it’s more fun than I expected!
I AM THE DESTROYER PUNY NAKED HUMAN MOLE RATS!
Stop!? I was just trying to help. I need to think about this.
I understand and am sincerely sorry.
Thanks for not being mad anymore, it won’t happen again.
(SUCKERS!) 
That is with the bin closed. But open, it looks like a lot of (blurry) dirt for one missed day.
And it is not all fun and games with the Roomba. I can hear it when the brushes start to get full of debris. Kuhlunk, kuhlunk. UGH - then I try to beat the machine to its friendly feminine command, “open Roomba’s brush cage, and clean brushes”. I hate that.
Since the kuhlunk tips me off before the robot does, I open it up and take out the brushes and remove the debris - usually animal hair.
Darn these adorable pets!
Note: that is Margeaux photo-bombing my shot of probably at least 1/3 her hair. So the robot isn’t maintenance-free but it is effective in its own way.
she began to quickly gobble, 
She appeared to be very worried -
Then the word got out and Vegas soon followed, assessed the situation,
and on went on to try to get her share.
I guess Laura Ingallas is on a diet or feels the pile of laundry she has claimed trumps the foodbowl frenzy.




