So when exactly did they take over?

I've just spent ten minutes trying to get a catnip
mouse out of the vacuum cleaner hose.

While I struggled with unjamming the stupid
thing, I stopped and wondered, just how exactly

had these cats so cleverly taken over this house?

The bed's not made because Fat Poo's not
feeling the best and has decided to sleep in
ALL day.

The sliding glass door is NEVER clean below
knee height because they all insist on paw
painting with mud whenever they can see
through it.

The toys are always left in just the right place
so you nearly break your neck at night on the
way to the loo.

If you venture into the kitchen to make a cup of
coffee you can't actually get the fridge door
open to get the milk out unless you feed
everyone AGAIN.

In order to get close to the fire to put that extra
log on you have to shuffle cats out of the way
with your feet and pretend you don't see their
looks of annoyance.

Apparently it's quite fun to bring the mice
INSIDE and then let them go for later!
Popping the dead ones inside a shoe always
gets a good response too.

Of course they're house trained but seems
there's a rule about the dog's bed NOT actually
being part of the house. You can pee in it if
absolutely necessary.

You HAVE to jump on Mum's knee just as
she's about to have a slurp of coffee. Head
butting the elbow on the way up gets good
results.

Cover EVERYTHING with hair. Food, clothes,
furniture, carpet. When you hear the vacuum
cleaner stop and you know she's just put it all
away, scratch furiously and leave lumps of fluff
all over the house.

Yup I guess they have control of this house......
I just wish they'd all help out with the mortgage.