Who's in my house today?

You all know how we cats enjoy meeting new people, or having strangers in the house, it is usually met with skepticism on our parts.  The other day, there was a man in my house (Mum was here with me, so it wasn't just me and a stranger).  I guess the peepul had employed him to attach fancy decorations to the wall in the kitchen, peepul are weird.  I'm just happy to have a warm place to live that is enclosed with walls and a roof, they find it necessary to add extra stuff all over those walls. All that money that could have been used to buy me extra food or treats, goes to tiles and glue, excuse me for not finding it useful. Aagh, sorry I got off on a soap box, wait a soap box?  Where is this box?  Never mind, back to the story about the man in the house. 

It began with a ring of the doorbell, which spooked me, so I ran up the stairs and sat there for a minute, I saw Mum let this dude in the house so I booked it up to the bedroom so he wouldn't see me. They talked, then a little while later WB came home, there was more talking, then the dude started on the project that he was there for.  Finally, get this over with peepul!  

The guy, who's name was Haaveeyair I think I heard kept going outside, where he'd make some noise, then coming back in to go to the kitchen.  I stayed upstairs for a few hours until Mum came up to check on me to make sure I was handling it ok.  I decided that it seemed safe to go downstairs for a few minutes, because I had been holding "it" for awhile and needed to visit the box.  I was also hungry, since it was past lunch time and I knew Mum was home and would feed me, unlike most days.  So I ventured downstairs and saw all of this stuff in my kitchen!

Well this is a mess...

Haaveeyair was outside during this time, so I had freedom to explore for a few minutes, but then he came back in and we met face to face.  Fortunately he was impressed by me, as are most people who see me for the first time.  He was like (insert your own Cuban accent, because that's what Mum said he had) "Wow, that is the biggest cat I've ever seen!  He's like a small tiger!" Ok, cool,  he appreciates me awesome man catliness, I guess he's alright. I smelled his hand, which smelled like what I can only guess was tile glue and grout. He was allowed a little bit of a scratch on my head, but that was about it.  I was cordial, but not real friendly. I ate some lunch then took my leave of the whole situation until it was over, upstairs in the bed covers.  

FYI: When I hide under the covers that pretty much means that I do not approve of the current situation in the house and I'm escaping the best I can.  Also, Mum closed me in the bedroom for most of this so she didn't worry about me making an actual escape out the door.

At the end of the day, this is what the finish product looked like.  Mum says that Haaveeyair did a great job.  I mean I guess it's ok, but I'm just a cat, what I know about interior design?


Everything looks very nice. Good thing you went back into hiding so he didn't try to steal you :)
The Island Cats said…
We aren't very happy when strange worker peeps come into our house, either.
Just Ducky said…
Yeah, mum puts me in her sleepy room when we have workers here. If it is a long time, a box gets put in the bathroon!
Wow, that worker human did a GREAT job of creating new lounging surfaces for you, William! Because that's what they are supposed to be, right?
Caren Gittleman said…
that was definitely worth the disruption, they did a pawesome job! xoxo

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