So, I think it’s about a week since I’ve posted anything. Please forgive my laxity. Not to make an excuse, which of course this is, but things have been pretty crazy around here. Remember when I told you that there was a big pile of lumber in the living room? Well a few days ago, the other 3 cats and I got trapped in the family room for 2 entire days and nights. Luckily, we had a litter box in there along with food and water. We heard voices of strange men and there was pounding, pounding, and more pounding, as well as loud music on a radio. This went on seemingly forever. I think these men must’ve held Mike and Judy prisoner, because when we finally got let out, I discovered that all the carpeting in the house had been stolen. I mean it was slap gone. The pile of lumber in the living room was gone as well. For the past few days Mike and Judy have been moving furniture until things are starting to resume their former positions in the house. We now have a slick floor which I guess was underneath the carpet, but that doesn’t quite make sense either. It has been very dusty in here and Mike and Judy have been vacuuming like banshees. Let me tell you, it was a pleasure to get outside again. I don’t know what was worse, being trapped in the same room with the other cats for 2 days, or not being able to be outside. I enjoy the house, and I know some cats adapt perfectly to an exclusively indoor existence, but face it, it’s not natural. Cats did not evolve in people’s interior spaces.
I have noticed that people don’t like to stay inside all the time either. For example, people like to eat out. They like to go where they can try different kinds of foods and enjoy the ambience and sociability of a restaurant meal. They also like to take a break from meal preparation once in a while; and take a break from the clean-up afterwards. I like to eat out myself, as I have discussed before. Mike and Judy had a less than delightful dining experience at a restaurant the other night. For starters, the waitress was wearing so much perfume that Mike’s throat wanted to close up whenever she got within 2 or 3 paces of their table. The people sitting a couple of tables behind Mike, in full view of Judy, must have had the same reaction to her, because the little girl got sick right there at the table. So her daddy took her outside and the mommy took her baby and packed up all the food and left. And then people came by with mops and cloths and what not. So, nobody enjoyed that too much. Judy wasn’t that happy with her meal and didn’t finish it. Mike was cold in the restaurant and kept his coat and hat on throughout the entire meal; and he managed to drag his coat sleeve through his spaghetti sauce like a 4-year-old. So he wiped off as much sauce as he could and then when they got home Judy threw his coat into the washing machine. It probably needed washing anyway. So, it could have been a better experience. They might try a different restaurant next time, or even stay home. In fact, Judy has been doing a lot of cooking very recently. Yesterday was Christmas here, so I will talk more about the holiday in my next post. I do hope you all had a lovely Christmas, or Chanukkah, or Kwanzaa, or whatever.