The Neighbour’s Kids
Or rather, just one of them. Normally, this girl tries to grab me and pick me up. Now, for anyone that hasn’t seen me in person, this means picking up 15 pounds of orange cat, usually around the middle. Not fun. Not done. She comes in and I go out.
Until today, of course. She likes to clean up, this young girl does. She helped Cheryl straighten out the living room and the front hallway. The Goddess only knows why, but she’s developed a fondness for what Cheryl calls a ‘vacoom cleaner’. If ‘vacoom’ means noisy and prone to blasts of warm air, then yeah, that’s what this thing is.
Anyway, our young friend wanted to use the vacoom cleaner and my basket, loaded down with all manner of junk, was in the way. What does this kid do? She proceeds to take everything out of the basket and tell Cheryl that she, Cheryl, had better put the stuff right away. That got my attention. That was my basket she was playing with. Well, while the living room was being vacoomered, my basket was in the front hallway. I could still hear the noisy machine, so I went into the kitchen. I wasn’t going to go too far away from my basket, thank you. Not now that it had been found.
Then the vacoomer thingy went upstairs, doing the stairs while she was on her way up. My basket was still in the front hallway, right near the front door. I knew that there’d be no point in going into my basket there. Cheryl was bound to move it. Once the neighbour girl left, Cheryl moved the basket to in front of the television. I don’t care that the rug has a bit of cat hair on it. I don’t care that the floor isn’t quite swept as it should be. I don’t care that there’s a garbage bag still to go outside. I HAVE MY BASKET BACK!!!
It’s naptime. In my basket. I’ll write more about the comfort of my own basket once I’ve had a nap or three in it. Ah!! to stretch out without banging into another cat! Aaaaahh!
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