How could you..!

[Svenskaflicka]

As part of my great procrastination scheme, as og would undoubtedly put it, I rearranged the furniture in my livingroom today. I wanted a change. I wanted space. I wanted to move the couch so that it didn't block the radiator. It was freezing in here!

So I moved the sofa. A big, bad, L-shaped sofa. Heavy, too. I vacuumed the floor where it had been. I moved the computer to stand next to the window, and the place left over from doing that was filled with the TV, that had been pushed into a dark corner when I moved the sofa.

It's different. Very different. Not so sure about the Feng Shui, but hey, it's worth a try.

The only problem is the looks I'm getting from the cat. By moving the TV, I've taken away her runway. She likes to sleep on top of the bookcase, see, so I've put her basket up there. She used to jump up on the TV, and then jump from the TV up on the bookcase, into the basket.
Now, there's nothing to jump from. She can't get up on top of the bookcase.
She's very grumpy with mummy right now.

No-one can look at you like a cat does. I'm feeling very much ashamed here.

 

[Wills]

You're telling me.

Mine will ignore me when i get back the UK on Tuesday for having the affront to have left him behind, even though he hates travelling.

We got him when he was really little, mother had died. I raised him to fight with me as he had no other kittens to learn with. All day long he plans and schemes just where he can leap out from to bite me then disappears tail between the legs up into the attic workspace where there are lots of corners to hide in. He doesn't do this with anyone else. You reap what you sow.

Will's

PS Are you representing Sweden in the Procrastination Olympics this year?

 

[Svenskaflicka]

I don't know, I've got tons of things to do...

 

[pop_54]

Hmmmmmmmm

Cats hate disruption, dogs love it! But cats hate their environment being altered over much Svenska love.

Every time we have a move round there's a Ginger and white creature wandering round looking part lost and part bloody pissed off.

You're not the only one Wills, Monty (the ginger and white thing) has a rather quaint habit of appearing as if from nowhere like a space rocket on speed, hitting your leg at full tilt in a kind of rugby tackle move, sinking his teeth in, then taking off again into the gloom. Only to reappear calmly a while later with an innocent look on his face as if nothing had happened and chirping for food.

pops