Mom finally got herself to do one of the last tasks after moving to a new place: to sew curtains. I don’t really understand why she postponed this for so long, but then again, we all know that humans are screwed up. Chasing threads was great fun, and of course I was also in charge of quality assessment! My job was to control that her stitches withstand all kinds of strains.
And then … something unexpected happened. I found the love of my life! I don’t really know what got into me, but the material of these very curtains was one of most delightful things I’ve ever touched with my paws.
I suffered from serious separation anxiety when Mom hang the curtains. I would often stand on my back legs, gently scratching my curtains and even give them some bities. Mom
got so fed up felt so sorry for me that she eventually gave in and bought the same curtains one more time – just for me!
Oh yes, life is good now. This was a well-working compromise: I leave Mom’s curtains in peace, and get to snuggle with my own curtains the way I like.