Thursday, January 24, 2008
It's Really Not Their Fault
Eight months ago when the construction started, we moved the cats' litter box from the back door hall to the other end of the house. We did this because the back hall was housing an air compressor and what seemed like several hundred workmen. The cats had no trouble adjusting to that move, as they were avoiding the noise and confusion and were huddling in terror, wishing everyone would go away.
As time went on and things moved around, we moved the litter box into the bathrooom, then into the bedroom hall. This was a very good arrangement, since it is currently a concrete floor and studs instead of walls. But on Tuesday, workers showed up to tear out one short wall and frame a couple of doors in the bedroom end of the house. They were coming through the back door, so that hall was not a viable location for the litter box. My only choice was the breakfast area of the kitchen, clear at the other end of the house.
Today I came home, briefcase in one hand, mail in the other, and sauntered down the bedroom hall to my office. I guess I should mention that when I'm walking I never look down (which is probably why I stumble a lot.) Okay, you know what's coming, don't you? Suddenly I slipped. I smeared. I smelled it at the same instant. And do you know what I did? I left my shoes in the hall, went into my office and shut the door. There are some things you just can't deal with until you've had time to prepare yourself.
I just had a wild thought. The Professor is on a trip and I will be out of town on a business trip all next week. I wonder if the cats will leave a little present for the workers, too?
As time went on and things moved around, we moved the litter box into the bathrooom, then into the bedroom hall. This was a very good arrangement, since it is currently a concrete floor and studs instead of walls. But on Tuesday, workers showed up to tear out one short wall and frame a couple of doors in the bedroom end of the house. They were coming through the back door, so that hall was not a viable location for the litter box. My only choice was the breakfast area of the kitchen, clear at the other end of the house.
Today I came home, briefcase in one hand, mail in the other, and sauntered down the bedroom hall to my office. I guess I should mention that when I'm walking I never look down (which is probably why I stumble a lot.) Okay, you know what's coming, don't you? Suddenly I slipped. I smeared. I smelled it at the same instant. And do you know what I did? I left my shoes in the hall, went into my office and shut the door. There are some things you just can't deal with until you've had time to prepare yourself.
I just had a wild thought. The Professor is on a trip and I will be out of town on a business trip all next week. I wonder if the cats will leave a little present for the workers, too?
1 Comments:
No, you really can't blame the cats. Imagine if you had to use the facilities nd when you got there someone had moved them!
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