It’s Sunday afternoon and I am preparing to emerge from underneath the couch, a place that I have recently dubbed the cat den. Ever since last Wednesday, I’ve been spending more time here than usual. Allow me to start from the beginning.
The last week started out pretty relaxing for both of us. At first, I had some excess cuddling to get out of my system. It was embarrassing, but the large, bald one received me with open arms.
After only a few days, we were starting to settle back into our normal routines, when something truly abhorrent occurred in the kitchen.
It was Wednesday and Michele was cooking a new kind of food. I was enjoying the smell and soft simmering sound that it produced, when all of the sudden, out of nowhere, the loudest sound that I have ever heard came screaming out of every wall of the camper. At first, I froze and then I ran into the cat den. The sound stopped almost as quickly as it started, but it echoed in my delicate cat ears for the rest of the day and into the night.
The next day, I noticed the same smell coming from the kitchen and I quickly retreated into my den just in time for the sound to come back a second time. Luckily this time around, I was already safe, but the sound was just as piercing.
Now I remain on constant watch and each time I see her enter the kitchen I take to my den, just in case. As of today, we’ve been 3 days without incident, but I remain vigilant.
MICHELE’S ADDENDUM: I have to admit that it was great to finally have some quality time with my best friend, Cal this weekend. We were even able to work in some extra cuddles near the beginning of the week, something that we both needed, in order to make up for lost time from my back-to-back weekend trips. Lately, though, he has developed a new habit of hiding under the couch every time I cook. You know, I only set the fire alarm off one time… well, twice, at best. Nonetheless, he is being a little dramatic.