Not that you can tell. Damn linoleum is older than me. I cannot tell I scrubbed them on my hands and knees. But I know they are clean, and that makes me feel content. I can confidently walk on them barefoot and not worry about having some nasty bacterial infection decide to attach itself to my soles.

Now comes the part that my cats hate: vacuuming!

Speaking of cats; Cinnamon, who has been hiding since the start of the floor scrubbing, has now decided to come out and say hi. Is she in for a surprise. She will hate me for the rest of the day, that is for sure.