Oh, the Noise!
Weekends should be for relaxing.
But, no, not for Mom and Dad. Yesterday they worked on leaves again and powered up horrible machines, a blower and a shredder. We were peacefully lounging outside when the racket started. Mom was gracious enough to let us escape the noise and nap inside.
And what happens today?
We're just napping in our favorite spots in the house, when Mom gets that toy-sucker-upper monster* out of the closet. We bolted for the back door before she even set up that evil contraption, and Dad mercifully let us out to lounge around on the deck. It's hard for a cat to find any peace around here.
(*We believe this expression was coined by Skeezix the Cat. I take great pride in the fact that Mom told me that one of my hockey pucks--a bottlecap, if you will--clogged up the long metal piece of the machine and she had to take it apart and use some wire to dislodge it! ~Bathsheba)