It has been a quiet morning. The cats are sleeping peacefully on the bed, the birds are chirping brightly, and the sun is shining brightly. After a light breakfast, I begin my routine of the day. Gathering my things together so I can get dressed, stepping into the bathroom for my shower, and blow drying my hair. Content that all is well, I step out of the bathroom, dressed, refreshed and ready for a great day. Sitting in the hallway are cats all watching me intently; I wonder at their behavior, but, figure they are just curious. Sighing at them, I step over and around them and enter my bedroom.
The bed is destroyed! Pillows are on the floor with pieces scattered to the four corners of the room! My bureau is empty of all of its decorations, which now sit in pieces on the floor! The phone cord is broken in half and the light is flickering where it lay against the desk! The desk, oh, the desk….All of my computer equipment is on the floor and several are in smaller pieces than they should be!
I turn to the hallway to look in anger at the cats that had been sitting there, but the hallway is empty. I search the room, the bathroom, the downstairs; they have completely vanished. Why? Because they destroyed my bedroom while I was in the shower! I spend the next several hours cleaning up the horrid mess that they created on my floor and trying to piece back together the broken items. Slowly, I get my room back in order and make a list of the items I had to throw out because they were un-repairable. The list will be costly to fill and my anger grows with each item.
I leave the house in a black cloud of rage and vow that when I get home the cats have to go! The drive to the store is long and filled with anger. The store visit is somewhat relaxing, but then I get to the counter and have to fork over the money. My anger is fully restored!
Back at the house, I pull up to the door and begin emptying the car of the items that I had to buy to replace the things that were broken. I am angry, frustrated, tired, and worn out. I open the door to my house with the first load and there is not one cat in sight. Good, because I might….well, we won’t go into that. I unload the car and put it in the garage. I go inside to begin systematically unwrapping and putting out the items. Some will take time because they will have to be charged, uploaded, etc. I am still very angry.
Hours have gone by and I am nearly finished putting everything back the way it was. I have a computer again. I have pillows again. I have a decorated bureau again. I have finally calmed down a bit. I breathe a sigh of relief and turn around. Lying on the bed are each and every one of the cats; and they are sound asleep as if nothing happened! Why do I put up with them? Why do I expect that they will behave? Why do I…one of them opens his eyes and looks up at me with eyes filled with innocence. He meows, rises, stretches, and comes to me for pets.
How can I resist???????? What a love/hate relationship!
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