For a moment, there was peace.

How’s a cat supposed to sleep with all this racquet?!?!

I had it so good for a month. The team was respectful; they walked at a normal pace, usually wore shoes with soft soles and kept their voices to easy tones.

…and then she was back. I think it’s Deb. She’s much more tan than I remember! Oh but I would know that walk anywhere. Click, click-click-click, click as she all but runs past with a flurry of papers and no understanding of an “indoor voice”.

While she was gone, I would hear her voice from that box with wires talking to the team, directing things. They would nod and then scatter, heading to their spaces, fingers flying across that silver thing with buttons. Then I would go back to sleep.

So she’s back. So I’m awake. So I’m tired. So I’m plotting my revenge.

I left her chair alone while she was away, no need to disturb things in her office in her absence. Now, I’ve taken to laying in her chair and shedding as much as possible. Those clothes of hers will never look the same, ha, ha! Sometimes I even roll in the nip before taking over her chair.

Next, I’ll find a way to put rubber casings on her heels. Then, maybe then, I’ll sleep.