pull out umbrella and yell CHARGE!

Not bad for a two-hour cleaning fit. My bathroom doesn't know what hit it, and the kitchen is biting its nails in dread of what's going to happen to it next because I've cleaned the stove and done the dishes, and I've rearranged the living room mostly the way I want (although I still have to empty and move a bookshelf, and I wish I had a surge suppressor with a flat plug because the current plug is inconvenient).

The Hairy Beasts still think that the vacuum cleaner eats cats. They are, however, willing to be convinced that if they can't see it, it can't see them, so they just go sulk in another room.