I had sanded the floor 4 times, waxed 2 times and vacuumed 4 times. I knew all the drawings that life had made on the floor. It was now time for the oil. So think carefully. Cloths, knee mat, floor clear, polishing machine ready and an exit. Ok, put plastic bags around the shoes and rub 100 m2. What could go wrong? Nothing right? Proud and with wax-in-wax-out-arms I look at the still wet result until I hear a sound from somewhere on the floor: “Meow!”
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