When everything had been taken they cam in with small brother and started pushing the tables, chairs, drawers and settee all in the direction of my chair. How was I going to rest with all this noise going on? I decided to go and rest on my the 'Her's bed. Big mistake !
The bed was covered in all the things taken off the shelves. As I was just finding a little space to lay down in they all trooped again with more...all the drawers from the cabinets and I narrowly avoided being crushed by one. Someone will pay for that later. I climbed down, careful not to jump and hurt my feet, and went in search of a space on my the'His's bed. Ridiculous, that was also covered in things from that room. In disgust I went and lay on the bathroom floor.
I was there no time at all before a strange longlegs came in laden down with long boxes which he lay on the floor close to me. They looked heavy so I moved again as that way I couldn't get squashed. Someone opened the door to the airing cupboard so I jumped in. Warm and cosy I lay down again to sleep. No sooner had I closed my eyes than the banging began. Bang, Bang, Bang.
Why on earth am I being tormented like this? And then I realised I couldn't get out to get away from the noise. I shouted and called for ages before my the 'Him' finally let me out.
“What the....Ouch' he said as I jumped jumped down and swiped his hand in passing as payment for almost crushing me on the bed. It might not have been him of course but someone has to pay. It was also for locking me in the airing cupboard.
I moved away from the door and as I did, there was the strange longlegs on the floor of the lounge laying big pieces of wood as a new floor. I sat in the clearway and watched. It went together quite well and he's almost reached half way where all the other furniture now stood. From where I sat I saw my the 'Him' and small brother move the furniture over to the side that was now wood and the strange longlegs carried on.
This went on all day with furniture backwards and forwards and side to side. No way could I achieve comfort in my chair without being treated as though I was on one of those longlegs fairground rides. At last my the'Her' walked with him to the clearway my the 'Him' and small brother started putting furniture back into place. Soon there was a complete room as it was before but with a new floor. I went to my chair and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon sun as everything was brought back into the cabinets, drawers etc. Every time something hard went down on the new floor it made a noise. Every time someone dropped something on the wood I jerked awake at the noise. I was getting so annoyed that when small brother put his hand near to stroke me I bit down on it...and ran. But as I ran on this new floor I couldn't grip and as I tried to corner I skidded and sailed straight on into the wall, Small brother laughed and pointed and said something like “ serves you right !
Well it's done now and all is peaceful again and I'm on my chair where I belong. I d hope this is over now and no more changes to come so my the 'Her' can rest and get better. At least she has something new to rest on in the peace and quiet like me..
An ancient haiku:
when chaos swirls
and winds of change are blowing
a cat must dream on