So, where have I gone (like that old song about Joe, you know, the Yankee guy). Not here, and no, not over there visiting any of you! And that explains why I look so purr-turbed. But believe me, the picture is barely the half of it. Seriously, if anyone wants to paw over and adopt me, just send a text! To sing another JuneTune or two, let me know where and I'm on my way ... I'll be leavin' on a jet plane ... or, if you're close by ... country roads, take me home. If nothing else, my musical tastes are eclectic.
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Now, before I continue on, I am here only to vent. Comments are off, so you need not share in my purr-ceived misery. And I will include, in advance, mine Mommy has offered up one single comment of her own which I purr-mitted her to do. She said, during this weeklong saga, "June, I wish to point out that I have counted at least 10, if not eleven places designated specifically for you! Places you sit, sleep or lounge that are solely yours, that I do not and cannot share. Conversely, I have counted 3 places plus the dining table of course, and I'll graciously add the bed, where I can place my butt! Therefore, your complaints and moaning-meows hold no merit with me and remember I alone open the cans."
Well, there is that point about the "cans". Moving on.
It all began a week ago.
She started to move furniture, my stuff too. Even destroying my most sacred hideouts in both, yes both, closets. Really, who has to rearrange closets. A new stand was due to arrive for the television. The friend who drove 2-hours to help assemble it for her arrived. The furniture did not. Cry Me a River. He kindly stayed the night (sleeping in her my polka chair!). Instead she did laundry, and put a blanket in, apparently too large a one, broke the machine, opened the broken door and flooded the laundry room. James, a very nice maintenance man here was not at all happy with her. Day 2. Or were we already to Day 3? Trying to Uber order dinner for herself and friend, $$$ charged, Mr. Uber did not deliver, mine Mommy very angry. Tries to cancel credit card charge. But now internet not
working as she has disabled all her cable/TV/internets waiting for Xfinity to do big change to streaming and internets upgrade and needs new equipment, too. Mine mommy is even hotter and redder and I can't even hide in my closet(s) and she is back to rearranging more furniture and friend left to drive 2-hours back to home where purr-haps he will find some quiet and peace but he did not offer to take me with him. Drats cats. And on to another day.
That lady in the squawk box in the ceiling announces a pipe in the garage busted and the water has to be shut off for like maybe 12-18 hours while being repaired and mine Mommy rushes to fill (we have no buckets) waste baskets and jugs and whatever she can find to have emergency water, and OMC, can she get any more out of kilter? No shower to even cool her down. Where oh where can I hide, send help please. Time marches on. And every time something got moved, here or there, out came Mr Dyson, and of course it's mandatory that I hide from him, but where?
She wakes up, it's hotter than you know what out there, but at least she has the presence of mind to put food in my bowl before disappearing. Later, returning she has new "equipment" hoping to set up the streaming/TV/internets. Plug in here, plug in there. Nothing works. Bad werdz a kitty should not hear. Back down on those old knees. More of those werdz. Someone please adopt me! Finally, a call, on the in-and-out cell service (all the same provider) yelling, "I don't care what it co$t$, send a service tech soon to do it for me! Purr Please." Wait another day. So what do I do. Amidst all the madness, this is what I do. This is me. This is all I can do. I will no longer look upon this madwoman.
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And I know. And she knows. That in the big wide world out there, each and every one of these purr-oblems is very very small. And here it is, Thankful Thursday, and each and every one of these purr-oblems has been solved, has been thankfully taken care of. So, even though it's been an upsetting and miserable week, and super hot, too ... we can both say, we're thankful it is in the past. Well, I do kinda sorta wish I had that hiding spot in my closet back, am just going to have to search out a new spot. We'll all calm down, settle in and forget about all this real soon. Years ago, mine Mommy says there was an old TV show called TWTWTW ... something like maybe, That Was The Week That Was. We just had one!
Mostly we're sorry and apawlogize we missed visiting and commenting on so many of our friends posts over so many days. We may try to play catch up ... we'll see ... and if you happened to read this far, our whole venting ... OMC, you are amazing!
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