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Alas, poor Kenmore.

Our faithful and trusty Kenmore was originally purchased when I was in, I believe, third grade. That's 22 years of cat hair, people hair, litter, garlic paper, dust, and who knows what else. A good run, but even those have to come to an end - Kenmore's mighty motor choked, made a sound like a thousand ball bearings in a wind tunnel, and keeled over a couple of weeks ago. Farewell, loyal friend.

Murray has never been a big fan of the vacuum. You could in fact say that the vacuum is Murray's nemesis. So you can hardly blame him for gloating, in poor taste though it might be.

Our new vacuum is so wee and adorable that I hardly believe it can work for more than ten minutes, but we can but buy what fits the budget, and hope for the best.

This vacuum is about the same size as Murray, and similar in hue. Does this mean they might become friends, or are we just setting up some kind of evil-Doppelganger situation for the poor beleaguered cat? Only time, and our new variable-speed (and thus variable-shriek level) dial will tell.