There’s a new show on A&E called Hoarders, which is essentially Intervention for people who are addicted to not throwing things away.
The show is horrifying.
In a recent episode, the Hoarders team found two dead cats, compressed by the weight of the garbage lying on top of them.
I’ll say it again, for emphasis: They found two dead pancake cats.
I bring this up not simply to focus on the horror that is these garbage kitties, but because, as it happens, I have two cats. I also have a house that, currently, is in a state of squalor. Dishes have piled up, trash litters the ground, there are the remains of who knows what on the kitchen table. In all, it’s the stuff that an episode of Hoarders is made of.
But, am I outside, cleaning it up?
Certainly not. I’m in here, blogging about it. Well, blogging about it while listening to my roommate Blake do the dishes.
I am the devil,
-Miles (or: pancake cats.)