Super Steamy Post

I wish I could say that this post would be a giggler for you, but I don't think even I could make anything funny out of this subject.  And what is that subject you ask?  My slight addiction to my steam cleaner.  Well maybe it's not so much an addiction as an absolute need around here, especially lately.

Do any of y'all have cats?  I've got three, and one in particular (Poo... or more accurately, Stinky Poo Poo Queen of the Kitties) has a case of what I'd consider severe hairball syndrome. Although I rarely see her grooming herself these days, she still manages to swallow enough fur to create these wonderful cigar-shaped formations of fur and God knows what else, to cough up all over my damn house.  And is she polite about it and go to a tiled area?  Oh no, it's usually somewhere on the carpet, and in a place I'm most likely to step before seeing it.  If you have a kitty, you know when a hairball is coming by the odd sounds emanating from your cat's throat.  Kind of a rough heeeeee heeeeeeeeeee heeeeeeeee with some bloumps thrown in for good measure.
 If you had the pleasure of seeing the movie Shrek 2 and meeting Puss in Boots, there's a scene of him coughing up a hairball that to me is worthy of an Oscar for its realism.

Now Poo isn't my only reason for needing the steam cleaner at the ready. There's also Simmie, who since she started on thyroid medication has a bit of a sensitive tummy. One particular scene from The Exorcist comes to mind when I come upon one of Simmie's little presents for me. But look at her, she's so cute. How could I be upset when it's not her fault?


So now you see my dire need for a powerful steam cleaner. What would I have done two months ago without it, while watching two of Jill's dogs? They obviously mistook my carpeting as grass, because they peed and pooped inside more than they did outside, no matter how many times they were brought out. Even Angelina Jolie, who is the most smart, well trained pup had an unfortunate pee pee accident yesterday, and her being a monster of a bulldog, the puddle was quite large. Imagine if I had nothing more than paper towel and carpet spray at my disposal. Ugh, it would have been a huge job! But no, I just dragged out my trusty Bissell Pro Heat, and within minutes all wee wee was sucked up and the house was smelling fresh. Friends of mine, mainly Buffie, Becky, Julie, and Bridget, seem to think it's funny that I hate to clean, yet I'm so attached to my steam cleaner. In fact, it was Buffie's idea that I blog about it. So if your head is hitting the keyboard in boredom, you can blame it on her, not me! And honestly, I really do love the thing. It's so gratifying to dump out the water and see all that dirt and grime go bye bye. But my one question is, where is all this dirt coming from? There are times I dump the water and it looks more like chocolate milk than water. And how is it that I can steam clean one week, do it two weeks later and the water is dirtier the second time? Did the people who own this house (yes, we're renting) lay their carpet directly over a mud bog? And if there is so much dirt down in there, would it be possible for me to drop a few seeds here and there and start my own greenhouse in the actual house? Hmm... something to ponder.

Until next time, Justine :o )