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Socar's Silly Photo Diary: Part Two of Six

This is me again, clambering about on the countertops. With a few obvious exceptions (the ceiling, the bottom of the couch, the inside of the garbage disposal), my dirty little feet have touched every surface in this apartment. Where my feet haven't been, the rubbish has. Feet and rubbish. Feet and rubbish. Can't escape the feet and rubbish.

I'm not footing all over the counters because I enjoy spreading dirt. I'm thirsty, is all, and the low-shelved cups are all in the dishwasher. In this picture, I'm breaking into my emergency glass reserve: second cabinet on the left, top shelf.

Later on, I'll get that bottle of Vim--see it? Hiding behind my thigh? Yeah, that's the one. Later on, I'll get that, and wipe over everything my feet touched. I used to use Lysol for that sort of thing, but then Mother told me about Vim. Vim is better than Lysol. Vim is mildly abrasive, and has bleach in it. It gets stains out of linoleum. It gets mould out of grout. And if a plastic bag melts to your stove, and leaves a giant IGA logo across the surface, it gets that out, too. Useful stuff, Vim.

Me, I'm not so useful. Purely decorative, sort of thing.

Kitchen appliances included. Refridgerator, Gas Range Garbage Disposal, Dishwasher (needs replaced)