Princess Andrew can be alot of fun, which is why I keep him around. (Okay, the free tech support is nice too.) But he is for sure a slob with hoarder tendencies. And the condition of his private bath, so heinous that I complained about it a year ago, was so olfactorally worse with this year's return of warm weather that I started closing the door to his suite and hanging masking odor air fresheners in the hallway between our bedrooms. Guess that finally got through to him because he not only admitted it was bad, he decided to do something about it--finally!
After an hour of vigorous scrubbing and mopping, the critters were dead and all was inoffensive once again. It's probably somehow perverse that I'd rather inhale bleach than mildew smells, but I made a point of praising the cloud of disinfectant wafting from his bathroom window. Now that the backlog of crud is gone, will he find his way and continue to wipe things down once in awhile? Stay tuned!
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UPDATE. This may just be a coinky-dink. But Bear the cat (let's just call him The Pretender [to the throne] from this point forward) started sleeping with PA again the night following The Great Cleaning. Their noses /are/ more sensitive than ours by far ....
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