Tuesday, June 3rd
Well, we survived the first day without them.
The itinerary she left on the desk says something about “driving again, but this time for only three or four hours.” Ugh. All that driving! I’m not sure why they were excited to leave.
Anyway, it sure is quiet without Claire here. You wouldn’t think something so small and dainty would make such a racket. Don’t get me wrong. I love Claire. I especially love Claire when she’s not trying to strangle me. I’m quick, so this all works out for everyone. I would never hurt her, and Momma knows this, but Momma is good about reminding Claire to be gentle.
Like I said, I’m quick.
I can’t believe how different life is with Claire here. Is she really going to be three at the end of November? Holy mice, time flies.
We are fortunate to live in a huge house that we had all to ourselves. We could roam at will and every room was ours. We had one room that really was ours. The guest room on the main level (the guest room downstairs was always off limits to us…) had a nice comfy bed with an awesome fleece blanket at the foot of it. Merlin and I would sleep curled up there together during the day. We’d sleep with Momma and Daddy when they were home at night, but that was an awesome place to nap.
Speaking of Momma and Daddy, we called them that from the very beginning. They keep saying that it’s a new thing that Claire has done, but we did it first.
Anyway, one day, all that changed. They started moving things out of that room. They gave the mattress to a friend. They moved the file cabinet downstairs. The drafting table, chair and the table with the cool lamp went downstairs too.
This was not cool.
Then, they painted the room and added this to the doorway.
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Yes, that is a screen door. INSIDE the house. Even I know that’s not quite right. All of a sudden, we weren’t allowed in that room. OUR room. And, then…it got worse. THEY MOVED OUR FOOD AND WATER. Now, we had to walk ALL THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS to eat and drink. We couldn’t eat in the kitchen like we used to. They were treating us like animals!
Not only did they put a screen door on that room, keeping us locked out, they added a really cool piece of furniture.
Daddy’s father made this all by himself. He’s quite the craftsman. Doesn’t it look like the perfect kitty bed to you!? Exactly. And, yet, we were shut out of what used to be our room. Barbarians.
Something was up, but we weren’t quite sure what…
Stay tuned for the rest of the story! It’s time for me to go wrestle with my brother.