Another day, another disappointment...
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I was in the middle of a deep and meaningful nap when Ben disrupted the balance of the universe again.
One moment, serenity. The next - rustling paper, suspicious enthusiasm, and the phrase “You’re going to love this.”
I never love “this.”
If Ben ever writes a handbook on living with kittens, chapter one should read:
“Do not leave wet, shiny, or expensive things unattended.”
Sadly, he hasn’t written it yet.
Humans have strange rituals.
They clean what will only get dirty again. They paint walls the same colour as the ones they just painted. And then they look surprised when it all goes wrong.
Today’s ritual of madness began with Ben, tin of paint, rollers and the illusion of control.
The world was dark when I opened my eyes. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what had woken me. Maybe a noise, a dream, or perhaps my stomach reminding me that I hadn’t eaten in at least three hours.
It arrived on a Thursday.
I was in the middle of my daily inspection, also known as walking from the sofa to the food bowl to confirm it was still empty, when I heard the front door creak open. Ben stumbled in, wrestling with something large, brown, and rectangular.
A box.
Ben sat in his office, tapping away at his keyboard, a sound that usually means “do not disturb, the human is pretending to work.” My brother snored near the radiator and my sister was doing her usual morning routine: chasing invisible things only she could see. I’ve stopped asking questions. Whatever she’s fighting, she’s losing.
