Why I am lying at the top of the stairs
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the top of the stairs in general. It's a pretty good outpost for keeping an ear and an eye on the whole house. The Boy, the Girl, and the Man and Woman all have their sleeping rooms up here. I can see out the downstairs window to keep an eye on the sidewalk and anyone coming up to the house. Except that they're keeping those blinds down these days, I don't know why: sunlight is so NICE to lie in! And I can hear and smell anything happening on the ground floor as well. But these days the upstairs hall is really too warm for a cat's comfort.
The Girl's been away for, oh, DAYS now. I have her bed all to myself (I like that), and she doesn't pounce on me with an "Ooooohhhhh!" and pick me up and hug me (I hate it when she does that). The Boy's room is cool, but he always keeps his door shut, and I haven't been able to squeeze under it since I was a kitten.
Usually I lie on the foot of the Woman's bed in front of the fan. It's nice and cool in there. Sometimes I lie on my back and wink, and she gives me treats. Sometimes she eats meat or fish or something with butter on it and gives me some, if I can't grab a piece off her plate first. I'm used to being able to go in and out there. They leave the door open enough for me to just push my way in; and when I'm out in the hall, a nice cool breeze flows out of the room.
But they've closed the door! Now they shut it with a click, and I can't push it open any more. And the cool breeze is choked down to a trickle.
And that's why I'm lying at the top of the stairs.
The Girl's been away for, oh, DAYS now. I have her bed all to myself (I like that), and she doesn't pounce on me with an "Ooooohhhhh!" and pick me up and hug me (I hate it when she does that). The Boy's room is cool, but he always keeps his door shut, and I haven't been able to squeeze under it since I was a kitten.
Usually I lie on the foot of the Woman's bed in front of the fan. It's nice and cool in there. Sometimes I lie on my back and wink, and she gives me treats. Sometimes she eats meat or fish or something with butter on it and gives me some, if I can't grab a piece off her plate first. I'm used to being able to go in and out there. They leave the door open enough for me to just push my way in; and when I'm out in the hall, a nice cool breeze flows out of the room.
But they've closed the door! Now they shut it with a click, and I can't push it open any more. And the cool breeze is choked down to a trickle.
And that's why I'm lying at the top of the stairs.