Why I can't make my bed, ever!

I'm not a slob, I swear! I vacuum often, I dust, mop the floors, keep up with the laundry (which isn't much for one person who wears a uniform everyday and a cat), keep the bathrooms clean and do the dishes. And whatever else comes up. But I can never seem to make my bed and now that it's summer, it's worse. And the culprit is Jingle.

I'm a firm believer that you can make a house look tidy on short notice, you can throw the dirty dishes in the diswasher, and swiffer has all the products for those quick clean ups when you don't have time for the mop or broom. And Jingle barely sheds so if I get behind, you really can't see any cat anywhere (except my bed where she sleeps). However, an unmade bed can make the cleanest house look messy. It takes about 18.5 seconds to make the bed and I can't seem to do it any morning. And that's where Jingle comes in.

Jingle likes to sleep on cushy lumps, not nicely folded blankets. She likes to burrow under quilts and pretend shes in her own little world. When morning comes, theres no chance of her waking up with me. She glares at the alarm clock and falls promptly back to sleep as soon as I turn it off (what does she do all night long that makes her so tired in the morning? I think I need to set up some cameras). She moves around the bed while I shower but only to find a lumpier position that she can burrow into. She remains asleep while I get ready, eat, drink my coffee. And barely gives me a look when I leave. So I ask you. Would you disturbe the incredibly cute kitty that is so comfy and sleepy to make the bed?

Then I come home and get my greetings from the now awake Jingle but as soon as I head to the bedroom, up on the bed she goes, eliminating my attempt to make it. By dinner time, I give up.

Now that it's summer, it's worse. It's too warm to sleep with the bedspread on the bed so I started folding it and placing it nicely on the floor for the night, thinking, Jingle can't get to it so I'll just throw it over her in the morning. WRONG!! She unfolded it and made herself a tent in the middle of my bedroom, as shown!


So then I thought, I'll put the bedspread in the closet on top of the Christmas tree. The plan seemed to work until I realized the next day that I hadn't seen Jingle for hours, which is very unusual. After turning the place upside down, I found her, burrowed into the bedspread, on top of the Christmas tree. *Sigh* So just be aware that if you ever visit, and the bed is unmade, please don't hold it against me. It's just another case of Jingle owning me, not me owning her.