normally rational

it's now well over a week and the new maid is still not here. i don't think she's even in the country at the moment. something's wrong with the agent and he tried to lie about stuff to my mother.

so the thing is, due to the expected imminent arrival of the new maid, we stopped the part-time cleaner's services and also kinda stopped cleaning the house ourselves. just leave it for a few more days and let her do, right? right, only if she actually appeared.

when faced with a small mountain of mess, our natural instincts kicked in and... we slid deeper into shitsville. my mother started going a bit wonky and blamed the cat for the mess. the cat.

actually the poor cat is my mother's favourite scapegoat whenever things pop up. the floor is dirty! blame the cat! the kitchen is dirty! blame the cat's litter bin! so many ants! blame the cat food!

today she was at it again. "the stupid cat's legs so dirty walk all over the house and dirty my floor! i want to throw it away!"

my sister and i looked at each other and silently LOL-ed a little before i asked her, "so the cat is bigfoot? can walk until the whole house dirty?"