Apr. 4th, 2011 09:55 pm
Spring fever
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monshu and I made our first stab at picking up where we left off when I broke my foot and putting this place in order. We started with what seemed the easiest job to tackle, the Harry Potter closet. (You can thank the realtor for that name.) But we ran out of steam partway through. By nightfall, the coffee table in the den was covered with boxes and cds and boxes of cds and the downstairs hallway was littered with debris. But at least the closet was empty enough to vacuum thoroughly!
When I came home yesterday evening,monshu announced that he had tossed out the boxes I'd broken down, but we still hadn't fully agreed on what should go back in the closet, so everything else is still sitting about in tidy piles. I thought it was odd that the cat wasn't at the door to greet me as he usually is. I even stood at the top of the stairs hoping he'd wake and come up, but he never did.
I did think of it again until hours later when I went downstairs to check on the old man and found no cat on the bed. I woke him up and asked, "When's the last time you saw the cat?" It turned out to be at about 4:30, when he fed him. I put two and two together and opened the door that connects our downstairs hall to a narrow common area where the meters reside. Almost instantly, the cat was mewing at my feet.
His fur was chilly, but he didn't seem otherwise worse for his experience. I swept him up in my arms and snuggled him, but he soon ran off. I followed, wondering what he could possibly be after, and he checked back occasionally to see that I was still there. We ended up back at the door the common space, him meowing insistently to be let out again. This prompted me to return to the bedroom and berate the GWO a second time. Here's hoping the idea floats back out of that teeny dandelion mind of his.
monshu and I made our first stab at picking up where we left off when I broke my foot and putting this place in order. We started with what seemed the easiest job to tackle, the Harry Potter closet. (You can thank the realtor for that name.) But we ran out of steam partway through. By nightfall, the coffee table in the den was covered with boxes and cds and boxes of cds and the downstairs hallway was littered with debris. But at least the closet was empty enough to vacuum thoroughly!When I came home yesterday evening,
monshu announced that he had tossed out the boxes I'd broken down, but we still hadn't fully agreed on what should go back in the closet, so everything else is still sitting about in tidy piles. I thought it was odd that the cat wasn't at the door to greet me as he usually is. I even stood at the top of the stairs hoping he'd wake and come up, but he never did.I did think of it again until hours later when I went downstairs to check on the old man and found no cat on the bed. I woke him up and asked, "When's the last time you saw the cat?" It turned out to be at about 4:30, when he fed him. I put two and two together and opened the door that connects our downstairs hall to a narrow common area where the meters reside. Almost instantly, the cat was mewing at my feet.
His fur was chilly, but he didn't seem otherwise worse for his experience. I swept him up in my arms and snuggled him, but he soon ran off. I followed, wondering what he could possibly be after, and he checked back occasionally to see that I was still there. We ended up back at the door the common space, him meowing insistently to be let out again. This prompted me to return to the bedroom and berate the GWO a second time. Here's hoping the idea floats back out of that teeny dandelion mind of his.