Yesterday Maintenance Guy 1 was
in the office, so I hid under the chair to avoid him.
Mom still insists that he's nice, but I don't believe
that anyone who makes that much noise when they
walk can be nice.
When I thought Mom was ready to go,
I came out and asked for the door to be opened.
I was, however, in no rush to get home.
Daddy had come home very early, so I felt
fairly certain things weren't going to be normal today.
I tried to ignore my sense of foreboding and
reclined on the cool of the dining room floor.
Much to my dismay my instincts had been right.
Before I knew it, Mom had picked me up.
She began clipping my claws.
Now, I do pretty good with the front paws,
but by the time she gets to the back paws I've had it!
I growled and buried my head; tried to pretend it wasn't happening.
When she was finished I walked casually away.
I tried to pretend nothing had happened.
I also tried to pretend that the rest of the day would be good.
There again, however, was the terrible sense of foreboding.
Before I knew it the sunny day had gone.
The clouds covered the once blue sky and thunder began to rumble.
I retreated to the safety beneath the bed.
Eventually I came to check if the coast was clear.
So I began to relax on the patio once more.
At least the thunderstorm had made for a nice sunset.
The rest of the evening went more smoothly.
The Monday People came.
I got a brief nighttime walk.
Finally I could relax.