So my place was actually clean today for a few hours. Then, the CATastrophe hit.
I had given my cats a scratching toy for Christmas, and for reasons that I won't get into, got it out of the package for them only today. In it is a little zipper pouch where some catnip (included) goes. So I fill the little pouch with catnip, but I forget to put the bag away containing the unused catnip. I go back into the living room to find Marty with the ripped bag in his mouth, chewing it while rolling around in the leaves, with Inkblot just watching him, mesmerized.
Now, I am cleaning up. Marty is chillaxin'...and Inky's got the munchies.