One simply will not
believe what has recently occurred in the old household.
Mummy has removed –
yes, absolutely done away with – my favorite chair by the window!
This is the
chair in which Augustus has sat for years, staring unabashedly at birds,
butterflies, cats, and last but not least, the ivy bed from whence many a
pleasurable moment of meditation has arisen. From this very spot I have
diligently kept a vigil for the occasional burglar, should one arrive. And now, for some reason inexplicable, Mummy
has seen fit to rid the home of said wooden chair and replace it with - get
this - a soft, tufted linen storage trunk job topped with fluffy down pillows.
She calls it a Window
Seat.
A seat is a seat, say
I!
What on earth was she
thinking? There aren’t even any arms over which to drape when one snoozes (even
we stalwart types must take the occasional refreshing break from vigils). I
suppose one is expected to simply settle comfortably onto this cushioned
thingamajig and lounge about. What happened to diligence? I guess that is out
the window, along with the birds and things.
Besides all the other
amenities now vacant (raised back for resting one’s chin, for instance, or a
ribbed seat for massaging one’s toes, etc), if one examines closely the photo
below, one may observe something else distinctly missing, viz. one Augustus.
That is correct: since installation of said overgrown box, poor li’l Gussie has
not had opportunity to enjoy…er…use the new post because it is now overridden
with cats!
I ask, does one see
my handsome face anywhere? In case anyone is wondering, the answer is no. That
impertinent squirt seen in the image is Young Mosby, AKA The Snoot, looking as
if he owns the joint.
Perhaps I will make
an attempt at some later date to reestablish my lookout point, begrudgingly
using the overgrown Seat until I can speak to the management about these
unnecessary changes.
Those fluffy pillows
are bound to become a distraction.
Hmpph!
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