No pictures today either. It's not because Mom wasn't in the mood for taking pictures, she definatley was. The problem was she wanted a picture of my tail! I'll explain that in a little while.
First, the floor story. Mom and Dad got the rest of the floor pulled up last night. The weird part is, the house doesn't smell today like it usually does the day after they'd pull a section up. Mom thinks she was allergic to something in the flooring, too. Of course she didn't put everything together until they were almost done last night. Her arms got really itchy and burned a little. Good thing there's no more of that nasty linoleum - well, hopefully, they haven't done the bathroom yet. Tonight Dad is going to try chemicals. There's still black paper stuff (it looks like they used roofing paper to put the first layer of linoleum on) so Dad is going to use some paint stripper stuff to see if he can get the black stuff up and the paint on the hardwood. Mom and Dad really want to have the wood floors showing when they list the house, but if they can't get the black stuff up, then vinyl tile is going down.
Okay, now the reason Mom wanted a picture of my tail. Well, on Sunday I was helping (Mom says to put quotes around that word, but she's not here right now so I'm not going to). My tail doesn't stop moving so when I was inspecting Mom and Dad's painting job, my tail brushed the wall and my nice black tail had a nice white stripe. Mom's been trying to get a picture of it for a few days now, but I can't make it stop wagging. My tail has a mind of it's own, I can't control what it does and should not be held responsible for things it brushes against, knocks over or who gets whacked across the face with it. Last night Mom noticed the white stripe was harder to see so she was determined to get a picture and my tail was even more determined not to get a picture. Dad's been calling be "Skunk Tail" for a couple days now so I'm looking forward to the white (it's actually tan) stripe going away.
I'm also worried about Grandma. I was sure she'd call to check on me by now. When I see her next I'm going to have to have a long talk with her. Mom said the "B" word the other day. Sasha's coat is pretty crazy right now and the weather has been perfect for sun bathing and dirt roaching which means Sasha smells like dirt, which means Mom thinks we both need a bath. Whenever Sasha smells, I get a bath, too. It's not fair! Mom said something about Sasha going for a haircut too. That's not fair either because that means she gets to go on a long car ride and I have to stay home and guard the house. I like going to get my nails done when Sasha gets a a haircut, but my nails are fine right now. Where's Grandma?!?!? I'm going to go figure out how to work the phone now. And figure out where Grandma's phone number is written! If I can't then Flash, I'm coming for a visit!