What the. . .. ?

Okay, so, my food bowl is gone, so is my water bowl!
So is my cute little paw mat, the garbage can, the "I dreamt my dishes were done" mat for Mistress to stand on while she gets back to reality and actually does her dishes, my food storage thing, plus the extra bags of food that I'm always trying to tip over, and even Squeakers' old kidney food storage thing is gone!
WHAT THE. .. .?
Then I saw them, they were all scattered around the living room? I don't get it.
Then Mistress started pushing this sponge on a stick around the kitchen and while she did that, she dipped it into an ooky thing of water and pushed it around some more!
Humans. . .but, whatever opens their tuna cans, I guess.
But it interupted the happy flow of things! She did it in the bathroom too!
I mean (and for what you were thinking, shame on you!) she moved my litterbox, and the rugs it was on top of, and everything else that I don't care about out, and she pushed that thing around and got all the ooky stuff out from under my box (phew) and all her ooky old hair and my ooky old hair, and even Squeakers' ooky old hair (yeah, she isn't a great housekeeper) from the shower drain.
Like they say in that commercial: Eeeeeeuuuuwww!!
But did she have to uproot my happy existance?
*sigh* I guess so
Mistress said some guys called Inspectors may come in tomorrow and check some apartments at random, she says it may be ours, it may not.
Any which way, I be hiding!
So at least my food is back to where it belongs, so is everything else I can poop into or cheekrub.
It better stay that way!