The KC really is a wuss. She has been hiding in quiet corners of the garden for the past 3 days (frequently searching for dry spots!), as the builders have come in & out. Lovely as these blokes are all the KC sees are strangers. And boy does she hate strangers! When the decorator was here recently, the first day or 2 she wouldn’t go near him – then she got used to him & realised he was not a danger & was fine. However as we have had a parade of builders, electricians, plumbers & now plasterers, she hasn’t had a chance to get used to anyone & so at about 10.30AM daily (her snooze time) she starts to pace the patio & make that pathetic high pitched meee – eeewww noise as she eyeballs the strangers preventing her easy access to her bed. This ever increasing noise then leads to me stopping doing whatever I am doing & going into the garden & picking her up & carrying her past the nasty men, (getting clawed in the process when one of them foolishly moves or makes a noise scaring the pants off her) and depositing her on the stairs from whence she legs it up to the safety & relative peace of a bed & snuggles down for a good sleep.
And after about 3 hours, a little black nose will poke through the banisters, looking for a perfect getaway moment & typically not finding one the mewing will start again & I will yet again stop what I am doing & carry her out to the garden. How right Rush Limbaugh was when he said 'Dogs have masters. Cats have only staff.'
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