Repairs were being done on the house awhile back. We were having some flooring replaced. And a section ended up needing repair, some bracing for some studs, and everything that goes with that. All this was taking place upstairs right next to my office.
I currently use a dining table as a desk in my office. No kidding! Gives me a plenty big surface to work on.
What can I say? After all those years with just my kitchen dining table as my only available work-space, I don’t know how to condense to a tiny desk surface anymore. I like to spread my work out.
So with my table/desk butted up to the window, there’s a nice pocket my furry baby enjoys. Along with the chin rest.
This is Todd, and out of the 5 cats I have (3 of whom are geriatric), Todd is my baby. He’s a Bengal mix and he has quite the personality. But then again, don’t all cats?
I guess when I think about it, we’ve had Todd about 6 years. Some renters moved out down the road from us at the old place, and left him behind. For awhile he visited John while he worked out outside. Or visit the kids and I outside, teetering across window ledges and whatever tiny strip he thought he could balance walk, while playfully pawing for attention.
In a way, I think he was interviewing us.
Then one cold night after Halloween, he just up and walked into our house. Without batting an eye at our other cats. Who, by the way, FREAKED out that some strange cat had just barged right on into their home all calm and cool like.
He found a spot, fell asleep and claimed us all.
And that’s where his stories begin.
As you know, Halloween is quite popular at our house.
And while he doesn’t enjoy the guests, Todd loves the new gear each year.
Truthfully, these Halloween spiders are all over our house.
And one day, someone installing a new oven is probably going to have a heart attack when a bunch of these tumble out in the removal process.
I have to explain to every new visitor that it’s just a prop, not a real infestation.
When people are coming over, I generally try to take a quick scour of the house and toss the plastic critters into corners under the pianos, so they won’t be in the middle of the floor, staring people down. But that’s really all I bother with.
I suppose I should care more, but… I don’t usually. And I still haven’t taken down the magnetic ones (that I made last year) off all my doors. In fact, my yard is still full of crochet spider webs and spiders. We have not taken them down. And there is still a TARDIS in front of my front door too. So truly, the inside and the outside are reflections of one another. Signs of spiders and The Doctor are everywhere.
Eh, most people know us by now. My neighbors leave their Christmas lights up. I leave my spiders up. It evens out.
And then there’s Todd, usually dragging one of the little plastic buggers out of the corner for someone to see. My perfect pranking companion.
I don’t know if it’s because of his beautiful lines, or what, but Todd has the most expressive face.
So on this particular morning, while I was drinking coffee and debating on webmastering solutions, he was enjoying his drowsy perch.
Over all, as long as he can have his spot somewhere, he doesn’t care about visitors showing up at our house. People can go about doing whatever, as long as he gets his mommy time at some point in the day.
But then the Skil saw came out.
I gotta hand it to Todd, he didn’t panic. But he wasn’t too happy!
Still, what can I say? It was worth all the work and noise and I love the new floor. No more carpet in the hall! Easy to mop and clean, bare floor. It’s been wonderful.
And guess who can’t get away with peeing on it now?