Who knew petsitting was full of so many rules? Not me, that’s for sure.
When I arrived at my mother’s house at around 1am, she presented me with two typed pages of rules. OK not rules but information about how to best take care of her dog and her cat and her fish (which she had neglected to mention when she roped me into this.) Oddly enough, no mention of the plants which was what was freaking me out the most. I guess my mother realized the plants were not going to be any better off with me than they would be without me. I don’t do plants very well. I forget them. Just like I keep forgetting the fish. (I have not, however, been responsible for the blinding of any fish – yet. So that should make my stupid brother happy.)
Along with the animal sitting, I was informed that trees would be cut down while I was here. And a nice Hispanic man would come mow the lawn – if I answered the door. Oy. I hope I hear the doorbell ring. I’m not good with doorbells either.
I’ve also been sent to the post office to mail a package for my mother. And I did remember to mail the letter she asked me to mail.
So far… so good.
Nobody has died – not even when I fed Duncan her dinner 90 minutes late. Not even when Miss Priss and Duncan tagged teamed me at 6:30am to GET UP. Not even when I made my coffee before I went through the quite elaborate process of feeding the dog and cat (and forgetting to feed the fish.) Miss Priss even ate all of her food though I’m sure I did not stir it properly. Miss Priss might even be beginning to get used to me. Maybe.
Oh, it’s getting dark. I should get dressed and take Duncan for her walk. It’s in the rules.
I’m just laughing at your ‘to do’ list. What a good daughter you are. I’m sure Miss Priss will love you…just like the rest of us. ~Joy