When I came home last Wednesday night and inhaled the smell of cleaning products, I was immediately filled with relief and pleasure. The cleaning ladies had been in. There would be clean sheets on the bed, no ring around the bathtub and the pillows on the sofa would be fluffed and artfully arranged. Ah, bliss! There is one more thing they do that I love most of all – they fold the toilet paper into a little arrow-shaped point in the holder. I don’t know what it is about that gesture – but it makes me smile. It usually only happens to me when I'm in an expensive hotel...and that happens rarely. But it's the thought that counts. Someone has taken the care to artfully arrange my toilet tissue. The King of Siam never had it so good! They also make tissue roses in all of the Kleenex boxes in the house. I love this gesture too, but the toilet paper is number one in my heart. So you can imagine my pleasure when the janitors at my office started doing the same thing in the ladies restroom at work. This is even better because it also lets you know that you’re the first to visit that stall. Woo hoo! And when I started thinking about it I realized that my favorite of Roxy’s many misbehaviors around the house (and there are many to choose from) is when she has her way with the toilet paper. Rather than fold the tissue into an arrow, Roxy nips and bites it until it turns into a long strand of lace strung all over the bathroom floor. Every time it happens it makes me laugh. Last Friday night we had company over and the man came out of our guest bathroom complaining about what "one of the cats" had done to our toilet paper. I looked over at Roxy, who seemed to have a mischievous little grin on her face, and thought if that guy only knew what a simple gift he’d been given. He should’ve been thrilled. In my world, it’s all about the toilet paper.
