Busy times for man (woman) and beast (cat)
• A Purr-fect View
Feb 1, 2010 – I knew this day was coming. Mom had big plans for today and I planned on keeping the felines out of harm's way since she decided to rearrange her bedroom furniture. In a ten by ten foot room with a queen-sized bed that's no easy feat.
She has this thing about rearranging furniture. This time it stayed in place for a whole two years; must be some kind of record for her. While she set to work I debated whether to crawl off the sofa and out from under the toasty folds of the afghan or (yawn)… (stretch) ask mom to slide the old kibble bowl under my snuggly fold.
I braved it and headed for breakfast in my kennel then sauntered into the bedroom. For openers, she had to move out all small furniture pieces and drawers from the chest of drawers so she could move that within the room. Taking everything out meant squeezing by the bookcase in the hallway--our "library". I prefer saying we have a library; sounds classier than, "The hallway bookcase".
Once the bedding was stripped from mattress and box-spring she hauled it down four flights to the laundry. This cleared the way to lean the mattress and box-spring against a wall so she could move the bed frame, head and foot boards and swap the chest of drawers from the east to the west wall. Then came the crossing of the fingers part or, in my case, the crossing of the paws in hopes that the switch she had in mind would fit the room. I was skeptical.
It got a little too quiet in the bedroom so I peeked in to see if mom needed any help. It was touch and go for a few moments. Was she reverting to the original set-up? I made a few suggestions before setting out lunch for my sibs. We had a clean out the fridge left-over buffet and for dessert chocolate chips from my Christmas stash.
Mom continued with the moving and scuttling back and forth from the laundry. We continued being very quiet and after a few games of "Fish" hunkered down for naps.
Okay, so it's not exactly as we had envisioned. I guess we can live with things a little off center. My construction brother's feng shui won't be happy but hey, we don't dine and visit with company in the bedroom anyway.
"Here, mom, you deserve the last few chips from the bottom of the bag."
