True Love

One of my cats pukes once or twice a day. It’s not because of an ailment, but because he likes to remind me that I’m his bitch. Sometimes Howard pukes up a hairball or the plant he just ate, but most often he’s vomiting his undigested cat food. This is the easiest to clean when he pukes on the hardwood floor, but more often than not he chooses to regurgitate on the carpet. My carpet is sisal, so while most of the pile is easy to clean, some of it is inevitably stuck between the fibers, leaving a tan residue on my red rug.

I try not to be disgusting, but occasionally I just don’t have it in me to scrub the stain. That’s where stacks of magazines come in handy. A strategically placed pile of magazines makes it very easy for me to forget about Howard’s mess. Sort of. You see, I always know that the cat puke stain is waiting for me, and that eventually I’ll have no choice but to attempt to clean it. It’s usually useless. Sisal doesn’t clean easy, and when stuff’s stuck in there, no amount of scrubbing will do.

Yesterday changed everything. A few months ago I bought the dyson vacuum that’s specifically made for animal hair. It’s fabulous. I love my dyson more than I feel comfortable admitting. Last night, as I vacuumed my rug, it occurred to me that perhaps my spiffy purple vacuum with it’s unstoppable suction could assist me with the icky cat mess. Not wanting to touch it, I took the cap of a ball point pen and tried to loosen whatever was still stuck between the fibers. I positioned the dyson’s hose over the stain and pressed the button. The concentrated suction began to lift the carpet from the floor. I moved the hose an inch over and let it suck for another few seconds. Voila. The puke was gone.

I moved to another stain. This time I didn’t bother scraping with the cap of the pen. 30 seconds of concentrated suction later, the puke was gone. If it were up to me James Dyson would be sainted for his contributions to humanity. I love my purple vacuum.