June 17th 2011 10:07 pm
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Today was strange. My hip hurt and I felt crabby. My mom was acting sad and upset and my dad was acting worried. I meowed and meowed but they just looked at me and then away again, my mom staring blankly at the floor and my dad looking at her.
This annoyed me, so I meowed a few more crabby things and went into the other room. A little while later my dad began moving things out of the bathroom and placing them in 2 paper sacks in the hallway. This was peculiar. I did not like how peculiar it was. I've learned that when peculiar things happen around here, the next thing I know I'm at the vet, and that's the last place I want to go. I was just there 3 days ago and it was no picnic, let me tell you. So I was afraid I was going to wind up there yet again, judging by the level of tension in the house. So even though there was no direct connection between the bathroom and the vet, I decided it would be best to go hide behind the living room curtain for a while anyway. So I did.
I heard my dad rummaging around in the garage for a while, and I heard my mom pushing The Beast around the house. Then I heard them searching for me and calling my name, in the house, in the garage and in the yard. But I sat still and didn't make a sound. Not a peep. I heard them look under the bed in the bedroom, searching for me. I heard them lift up the living room couch, searching for me. I heard them look in my dad's closet, calling my name, searching for me. And I sat still and silent, not a peep.
Then I heard my mom's footsteps get closer and felt the curtains move. "Oh, here she is," she said. The curtains fell back into place and my mom's footsteps went farther away. I was still kinda crabby so I was glad they left me alone.
I came out later and investigated the paper sacks of stuff in the hallway. They were full of cleanser, sponges, towels, brushes and combs, a hairdryer, a box of cotton swabs, some cotton balls, a can of shaving cream, tubes of toothpaste, bottles of rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide, kleenex, baby powder, a scale and a little whisk broom; and a shelf unit and 2 paintings leaning against the wall. Very peculiar. The bathroom looked bigger without so much stuff in it, and it was even a little echoey when I went poop-poop in the box. Very peculiar. It seemed very sad. I don't think I like it this way. I like it the way it was, with all the familiar things around me, not all empty and bare like this.
I feel crabby about it still. Maybe I'll go back behind the curtain again, just because. Yeesh, what a strange day.
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Sures it will gets better for yous, Won-Ton!! We wanted to send a friend request to you, but your not accepting requests according to catster!!! Bummer