I am under the bed again. Sometimes I wonder when this will finish.
‘Today the painting around the windows will be finished, Sasha.’
Wet paint! I hope it doesn’t get on my furs!
‘ The painter tells me it will dry soon. So just stay where you are, Sasha!’
Crouched here in the dark. What a life!
‘And the blinds will go back up, too.’
So, everything will be back to normal. But I preferred the sash windows, as I could see out better at night, and slash holes in the wire mosquito netting with my razor sharp claws.
This is a view from one of my new windows at night.
