Yet More Decluttering

I've been working on the back bedroom closet.  Pulling boxes out, packing up give-away items, etc.  I'm really glad to have help in this endeavor.

Tabitha perusing the closet's contents.

For those of you who are not well informed on the nature of cats, there just isn't anything a human could do well without the assistance--or better yet, the supervision--of a cat.

Tabitha races ahead of me into the back bedroom, ready and eager for more exploration into the depths of the unknown.  Nimble of foot, she traverses boxes and bags and various Christmas decorations in search of something.

In search of what?  Well, you'd have to ask Tabitha and, quite frankly, I don't think she'd give you a straight answer, even if you spoke Cattish (my own word--don't you love it?).  But I can tell you what she has found in past adventures:

1. Yarn.  Now you might think that she plays with it, pulling on it and batting at it.  Well, she does do some of that.  Mostly?  She eats it.
2. Bugs.  Does she chase them and bat them around?  Sure.  Mostly?  She eats them.
3. Paper.  She likes the crinkle sound as she walks on a piece of note paper or, better!--wrapping paper.  If it shreds and tears, well that's all part of the Paper Experience.  But mostly--she eats it.
4. Anything small and roundish that will roll or slide across the floor.  Those are fun to chase, to pick up and toss in the air to catch it again.  So far, she hasn't eaten those (that I know of).

Feline facilitation isn't limited to Tabitha.  Khai has been known to check on us every so often.  He doesn't climb into the closet because of his gimpy right legs, but he investigates the stuff I--I mean "we"--pull out.

All those pictures I had found up in my closet have been stored in my (clean!) closet.  I'm finding much, much more in the back bedroom closet.
 This pile of boxes and picture frames is an actual stack in the corner of the back bedroom closet.  Without slanted ceilings to keep the stacks short, this pile has an old laundry basket full of more pictures and frames underneath the white box, so it's quite tall!

I've been bringing boxes of photos and frames up to my room. *sigh*  I sort through them in the evenings (I have actually turned my TV on for this) and am aided in this task by Bebe.

Bebe is quite willing to add her input to my task.  While she doesn't eat everything, Bebe has hands.  Yes, hands.  Her dew claws look like thumbs.  You want me to show you picture?  Are you serious?  We're talking about a CAT here.  You don't just go up and . . .   Wait a minute.  This is Bebe.  Maybe I could get a shot of her grabbing at a treat!  Okay, wait here.  This might take a while.

You can just make out her "thumb" on top.

While that was relatively painless, it's not the best view of her paw.  She was getting, uh, grumpy.  Anyway, she's very good at grabbing things and is surprisingly strong.  She reaches over and pulls stuff out of my hands--or rips it in the case of paper or photos.  She also likes to sit on the papers and photos.  After a few wrinkled pictures, I finally made a pile of old greeting cards that she could sit on.  I didn't tell her that I was going to throw them out.  Fortunately, she fell asleep and she didn't see me toss them.

Bebe is exhausted after a grueling
 hour of picture sorting.

Work on the back bedroom closet is moving along nicely.  I've already got a bagful of old coats and a large box full of old draperies.  But there's still a long way to go.  I haven't even started on the Christmas stuff and there are old Calphalon pots and pans in there.  I can't let my mother see the Calphalon, though.  We already had a, er, um, disagreement over an Eddie Bauer coat.  It was two or three sizes too small, but my mom was determined to keep it.  Fortunately, Brittany backed me up and while they argued, I mean disagreed, I shoved the coat into a bag.  Now, don't think I'm heartless.  If the coat was newer, I might try to sell it on eBay.  But the coat was in the closet for years before my dad died.  I still say it is harder to declutter with my mother around than with a half dozen cats!