The plumber was here all day yesterday. The apartment that I’ve moved into has been empty since 1978 so the pipes don’t work as well as they should. Since the plumber was in and out of the apartment most of the day and making a LOT of noise with various power-tools, the cats were upset and hiding. I didn’t see Bobby all day. I honestly thought that he had gotten out of the house or maybe down in the cellar when the backdoor was left open. I had asked that the door remain closed but you know how it is when you have a workman doing a job … he’s not thinking about your cats. But Bobby was in the apartment. I don’t know where he was … but he reappeared when the plumber left & it was quiet again.
Today, we enjoyed the peace. I did a little more unpacking but mostly read & wrote. Jack slept on his pile of blankets. Radar reclaimed “his” table. Bobby wandered around & checked things out. Soon it’ll be time to go to bed. Tomorrow we’ll get more things put in their proper places & make this place even more homey. I think we’re going to be happy here.
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