Monday, September 22, 2014
He's my handyman
One of the many benefits of having a cat (pictured above, in a portrait by Howard) around:
Remember the fridge that I bought a couple of years ago? I was always hearing a kind of scratching sound behind it. A rustling and a scratching.
Could it be mice? I hated the thought. I have always dealt badly with mice.
So I decided it was not mice. It was this fridge, something with the mechanism. I tuned it out the way I would tune out an inferior pianist, a pianist who was not Pennario. It was just my lot in life, I decided. Out of all the new refrigerators in the world I happened to get the one that made funny noises.
These funny noises? I just realized today that they have stopped.
I have not heard them in I do not know how long!
As Howard said we do not know what the cat is up to when we are not around. It could have chalked up a kill, who knows.
Either that or the mice have simply packed up and gone somewhere else.
"Holy #$*&. You would not believe what has moved into this house."
Either that or that cat is a handyman.
He has fixed the fridge!