Baby sharks, Mommy sharks, Daddy sharks – that’s the extent of my knowledge on sharks (thanks to Ellie). So when Mom announced with excitement her Shark had arrived, I had no idea what to expect, but it is in my cat DNA to be curious.
I sat and watched as Mom carefully opened a box to a new breed of Shark I had never seen before; one that has no teeth or ability to sing the famous Baby Shark nursery rhyme. Instead it feeds off dirt on the floor, sucking up everything in its path. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you to meet the Shark Vertex.
Mrs. Clean, I mean Mom, upgrades vacuums almost as often as she does her car. Over the last 12 years she’s had a few different makes and models but she’s super excited about her new, top of the line, Shark. Mind you, Mom prefers our house to be spick and span, and look as though no one lives there, but this vacuum is finding dirt Mom didn’t even know existed. Needless to say Mom and the Shark are now besties. I’ve nevfurr seen Mom so excited to vacuum before!
Fur what it’s worth; Dad gave his seal of appurroval on the Shark. And Ellie is excited about it because Mom is excited. She’s following in Mom’s neat-furreak footsteps! I on the other paw am very careful to keep my distance. It’s so powerful I fear it might take the handsome pants right off of me if I’m not quick enough to get out of the way…although I am confident Mom would nevfurr let that happen.
Now if you’ll excuse me, Mom is reaching fur the Shark so I must run. But really quick – is it normal fur one to be this excited about a vacuum? Or is my Mom the only weird one?