Temporary Apartment Three

Percy:  After I turned in the key to my Temporary Apartment Two in the cabinet behind the large bowls, I found a somewhat smaller kitchen apartment nearby. 

I found I could leap to the second shelf of the microwave stand and crawl onto a plastic drawer container. 

You can't miss me.  I'm the big black blob between the drawer and the shelf in the photo..

It was a nice apartment, close to food and water, and just a hairbreadth nearer to the feline pee and poop boxes.  I'm a senior guy. Things like that are important.

The old neighbors were just a few feet away, but those few feet and the shelf over my head meant the neighborhood was just a teeny bit quieter.  

It was a bit of a squeeze but it was close to a window where I had a beautiful view of the muddy dog pen.

I told Jan I would be so happy here if I could roll over on occasion, or even have an occasional guest in for a niptini or three.  She could get rid of the microwave and remove the shelf it rests on.   Then I would even have room to stand up and move around between naps.

Jan leaned down to look me in the eye (or she tried; it was quite dark under there) and evicted me.  "Get out of there!"

I know when I am not wanted and I am a very obedient guy.  I got out of there!

Well, I tried.  I was stuck. 

I think moving out of that cubbyhole was one of the best decisions I've ever made!


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Temporary Apartment Two

Percy:  It's so dark in here the picture was black.  Jan had to lighten it. Where do you think I am?

If you remember, I've been apartment hunting (Temporary Apartment One) and I promised to show you some of my favorite potential living quarters.   

You probably can guess where I am by the bowls.  Yes, I am in a kitchen cabinet.  

I  thought this one had so much potential, I spent several nice days here, but the upstairs neighbors were annoying  Coming and going at all hours.  And the noise!  Thump, thump, crunch, crunch, slurp, slurp, thud! 

It's the small cabinet next to the washing machine where our food and water bowls sit.   My feline siblings leap up and down on the metal washer, have a snack, drink water, complain about the heat -   The thud?  Cyndi can't see and sometimes naps too close to the edge and falls off. 

That wakes her!  It also wakes me.  So I moved. 

I kept the key just in case the neighborhood improves, but then Marcus decided he's just a big cat at heart (The Intruder).  His weight could make the old cabinet roof collapse.

I turned in my key.