Quit moving my cheese!

Tacumwah on the table today.

Resting after all the turmoil.

Another day of confusing events. The old, comfortable bedspread was removed from the bed in the master bedroom and was replaced by a new quilt, pillow shams and decorator pillows. The comforter on Mommy's bed was replaced with her favorite older quilt. I was so confused. Then the chair in the living room that we have worked so hard to tear up was covered with an older quilt too.

All sorts of things happened. First thing this morning my brother and I were shut in the master bedroom (at 6 a.m.) so I wouldn't be traumatized by the vacuum while Mommy vacuumed some of the other rooms.

Floors were mopped, tables that hadn't been dusted for as long as I can remember got dusted. Mommy Bonnie climbed inside the shower stall and cleaned it. Mommy tried to clean some windows. She is the world's worse window and mirror washer. She thought she did a good job, and then when the sun hit the windows and mirrors later in the day, they were all streaked. She washed them again and again, even with no-streak cleaners, but the streaks were still there. She could never make a living washing windows!

So Mommy left the house and the doorbell rang and Marquette shouted, "Run!" We ran as fast as we could and slipped under the bed in the master bedroom. There were voices, and we could see feet. And then we heard, "What kind of a cat is that? It is so beautiful." And Mommy Bonnie's voice answered, "It's a Bengal." And we knew Tacumwah was sucking up to whoever was here. Tacumwah, unlike us boys, isn't afraid of anyone.

Long after the people left, I still wouldn't come out from under the bed. Mommy Bonnie told Mommy that she had to quit moving my cheese. Boy does change ever make me nervous.

Mommy's son, KJ, is in The Fort for a few weeks going to school to get his CDL. Mommy hopes to see him often and make him some meals. I expect to spend even more time under the bed.

~There is no such thing as a FREE kitten!~