I've been keeping my cats out of my gaming room in the basement, because they shed and due to my OCD. They have free reign of the rest of the house. But when I was boxing up my Xbox One tonight, my fat/19 pound male cat ran in and I couldn't get him out nor did I have time.
He was on the cool floor when I came home, but there were tufts of fur on my bed, so I knew he'd been up there. I went over the comforter about four times, with one of those sticky rollers, and couldn't believe how it kept coming and coming. The last sweep didn't have a lot on it, so I guess I got it all.
In other news, after almost having a panic attack earlier, I got my Xbox One ready and boxed up in time to get to EB before closing. I had something I wanted to try to finish beforehand, because I don't want to put a library disc in my new system.
They gave me $198 in trade value, after a 10% bump. The system did not automatically take the extra $50 off of the S, though, so I brought it up, showed it on my phone and they called another local store to find out how to do it.
The clerk commented on how clean and nice looking my system was, though I didn't think so. It had some scratches on it from dusting using a Swiffer (that's ludicrous), and hadn't been dusted in about a month. But it wasn't too dusty.
He loved my Forza controller that I traded in. I didn't want to get rid of it, but it was the only used one I had, and I figured I'd keep my pristine Lunar White. I got almost a year out of the Forza one.
