Streetcar and the cleaning ladies and the vacuum

It’s a toss-up for what Streetcar likes least: strangers in his house or the vacuum cleaner.  He may never get used to the fact that I have made a drastic life-style change and am having two women come in and clean my house every few weeks (house cleaning is just not in me and I have finally admitted – only took 72 years to do that).  So when they came this morning for the first time, he took one look at the strange car in the driveway and ran and hid under the bed before they even got inside.  Which worked until one of them started vacuuming on the far side of the bed.  A black and white streak flew through the kitchen and living room and I have no idea where he ended up, I did not see him again until I went home for supper.