Hey! What are you guys doing? You’re crawling all over my apartment building here in New York City, making noise, making dirt, making a complete nuisense of yourselves. Go away! Take your tools, and dirt and GO AWAY!
I heard one of them telling Herself, that it will get worst before it gets better. Huh???? Does that make sense to you. Why make it worse at all?
I know when I make a mess … which NEVER happens, but let’s just say it does, Herself doesn’t say much … just a “Mystical, what did you do?” kind of comment, but it isn’t like this, day after day, noise after noise, strangers moving all around my running track, the hallway. What do I care if they are “redoing” the hallways. Us four-legged creatures that live on this floor, are perfectly happy with the way it looks (and smells). Everything will be different. I don’t like change. I like consistency – whatever that means. To me, it means, everything just they way I left it.
Don’t mess with something that works. Leave it alone. Oh, I don’t know … maybe it will be alright … I’ll let you know when the mess is all over with.
I’ll be by the door, thinking about how silly humans are … doing things they don’t have to do … because … well, I don’t know why!