...which inspired me to...

Guys, I can't even tell you how good it feels to walk around your apartment and not coat the bottoms of your feet in cat litter...

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My Grammy's the type of person who can spot a piece of dirt on the floor from across the room...before a crumb touches the table, she's already picked it up and thrown it away...Oh, the dishes are done? MUST. EMPTY. DISHWASHER. NOW!

I felt like Pig-Pen walking into her apartment all covered in cat hair and whatever else unclean people have all over their stuff.

This counts as cardio, right?