Kitty Coup

Laurie can’t come to the blog today. She’s face down on her bed moaning something about light fixtures designed to make her life miserable. I don’t know what this means but I do know it means she isn’t scratching my ears. That doesn’t make me happy.

My basket.

I’m sure her project would be going better if she utilized my biting talents. I know what’s what in decorating. Long before she tackled the kitchen I had my eye on it.

At least she provided me with a basket for my perch.

When she was painting the trim I was there all the way for her. I checked if the paint was dry by rubbing against the door frame. It took a while to get that white out of my fur. While she was painting I stood inside the frame patting at the brush to make sure she kept a steady stroke. I don’t even know what would have happened if I wasn’t there.

The fact that she gave up tonight is proof of how important I am to these projects. She said she got overheated and sweaty. That’s what happens when you don’t have a fur coat. You’re just so naked and vulnerable. I feel a little sorry for her but walking across her back hasn’t helped so I don’t know what else I can do. Maybe bite her toes?

Helping her assess floor trim.

I do what I can people and it’s time you know how big a role I play here. I’m always in on all the planning. Sometimes I have to take over because she never plans enough biting in her projects.

Regardless of the serious lack of biting, I’m always ready to step up and help the blog. She really needs the support from someone who knows what they are doing. So tonight, when she had been defeated by a stupid light fixture, I pitched in again.

I’ll tell you what though, as soon as the kitchen is done we are tackling the bathroom! That is so dated it’s shocking!

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