The escapologist [shriek!]
Feb. 13th, 2009 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo a week or so ago, I emptied the tall bookshelf that stands right beside the front door, in hopes of stabilising its wobbly structure or otherwise fixing it to the wall.
And failed, really, on both counts: but didn't reload it with books, on account of I'm hoping to have to move it in a month or so anyway, when nice people are supposed to come and replace my front door.
Anyway, you have the picture: empty shelves, immediately beside front door.
To this picture you should now add cats, ever eager to get past that infuriating door into the wild & exciting world beyond.
I myself am not so eager today. I did have it in mind to go to town, on the same errands that I forwent yesterday; but yesterday's blizzards are today's compacted ice, and it is very slippy out there. Which I do not like, being much inclined to fall over.
Still, I thought I might give it a try; and so I opened the front door.
I am very used to sweeping back imperative cats with my feets; it's automatic now, and still effective.
Except that Mac suffered a brainwave today, and realised that he could use one of those empty shelves as a tunnel, an alleyway, a road past my impassable feets.
As soon as the door was halfway open, there was a whoosh! of tabby along the shelf, and suddenly a small cat in the street.
Shriek!
Happily, he had forgotten (well, yesterday was a long time ago) that he doesn't like snow. He stood there for a few seconds, half-crouched and uncertain; then, as I stepped out in hopes of grabbing him, he dived back inside.
Phew.
But no, not going to town this morning. Errands must be put off another day; work can wait till later. I have a bookshelf to reload. Snarl...
And failed, really, on both counts: but didn't reload it with books, on account of I'm hoping to have to move it in a month or so anyway, when nice people are supposed to come and replace my front door.
Anyway, you have the picture: empty shelves, immediately beside front door.
To this picture you should now add cats, ever eager to get past that infuriating door into the wild & exciting world beyond.
I myself am not so eager today. I did have it in mind to go to town, on the same errands that I forwent yesterday; but yesterday's blizzards are today's compacted ice, and it is very slippy out there. Which I do not like, being much inclined to fall over.
Still, I thought I might give it a try; and so I opened the front door.
I am very used to sweeping back imperative cats with my feets; it's automatic now, and still effective.
Except that Mac suffered a brainwave today, and realised that he could use one of those empty shelves as a tunnel, an alleyway, a road past my impassable feets.
As soon as the door was halfway open, there was a whoosh! of tabby along the shelf, and suddenly a small cat in the street.
Shriek!
Happily, he had forgotten (well, yesterday was a long time ago) that he doesn't like snow. He stood there for a few seconds, half-crouched and uncertain; then, as I stepped out in hopes of grabbing him, he dived back inside.
Phew.
But no, not going to town this morning. Errands must be put off another day; work can wait till later. I have a bookshelf to reload. Snarl...
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Date: 2009-02-13 11:55 am (UTC)