The door of my bedroom is small. I was too lazy to fold the laundry rack, put it to another room and to rearrange all clothes. So when I just wanted to fix a small thing on the floor, I decided to store the clothes horse on my bed.
Mistake number 1: the rack fell on its side.
Mistake number 2: I thought it was funny-cute that Tessa immediately took advantage of the opportunity to place her fur everywhere.
Mistake number 3: I didn’t get the degree of “placing her fur everywhere”.
The laundry dried. I folded towels and didn’t pay attention to their color. Some days later, I was puzzled over weird strains on my towels. It didn’t make any sense until I found parts of a hairball on a sheet. Turned out that Tessa must have yakked a very juicy hairball while she was sitting under the tilted clothes horse. Gnarg.
I’ve no idea how she succeeded doing this in secret. Throwing up is very hard work for Tessa, and is normally accompanied by weird “pumping” sounds while hopping backwards at the same time.
Oh, and if you were wondering – she did try to offer me other strings to chew on (of course under supervision; she knows it’s dangerous if we felines swallow strings), but I got only more training in chewing techniques.
Mom tries to hide all strings and thin cords, but it only takes 30 seconds of abstraction to lose the battle. Oh, and don’t worry, I’m not interested in thicker cords which are typically used for electricity.
It was a cold and dark November afternoon in Northern Europe when an Australian tourist checked in at Helsinki-Vantaa’s Airport. She hugged her host. They maybe shed a tear or two, but it was impossible to tell as the cold rain had soaked into all their clothes. K. asked her friend to cuddle her cheeky monkeys when she got home.
K. went through the security control, did some shopping, and arrived at the boarding gate in time. She checked her carry-on for a last time: passport, mobile phone, laptop, a small pillow, sleep mask, headphones, purse… yes, she was prepared for a long flight to the other end of the world. She got to her seat, closed her eyes and thought about Perth. Summer. Warmth. A barbie. Hubby. Many hours away, but she was coming closer. She decided to watch a movie, opened her laptop and got her headphones.
Wait. Those cheeky bastard monkeys.
Feline friends – this could have become a great book on revenge and feline superiority. We imagined K. would sit for many many hours on a plane and couldn’t listen to any music. Turned out they sell headphones on airplanes. Bah.