I was told that the carpet installers would be here at 9:30… of course that didn’t happen. It was more like 11:00!! And then I was cooped up in my bedroom until 4:30. 2 men to carpet 3 rooms and it took over 6 hours!?!?
And we had no water. No showers. No toilet. Awful. Just awful.
I have new carpet!!!!!
Me and Scooter camped out on the bed and watched what Roy likes to refer to as, “how to kill your spouse TV”. I didn’t learn anything.
After the workers left, the rest of the cats slowly came outta hidin’. Scooter was in the kitchen layin’ on the freshly glued carpet gettin' high, while Roy made adjustments to the doors and I just watched him. I couldn’t do anything becuz he wanted to put the border back around the livin’ room before we moved the furniture back in… so I just did nothing.
Which is fine.
Really. I was Pooped Out from Just Watchin’.
Later after my desk was put back in place, I was in the bedroom with George when WE HEARD A COMMOTION!! Roy was cussin’ and hollerin’ “You stupid son of a bitch! Scooter!! Don’t you go up there!! SHIT!” Roy was stompin’ up the stairs as George and I followed the whole action from the room below. Roy was still cussin’ at Scooter as he stomped across the room… but not quick enough to catch Scooter!
I said to George, “Are you glad you’re the good cat?”
Well, by the time Roy had run up the stairs and stomped all around and with all that cussin’ and hollerin’ and all back down the steps, he was hot and sweaty! It had been a long day and this was his breakin’ point.
“Fine. He’s up there under the bed! It’s hot up there. The stupid son of a bitch!! We need something loud to scare him out.”
“There are 2 vacuums up there and he hates them.” So back up we both go this time. Roy lookin’ for a plug in and me singin’ to Scooter. He hates when I sing. He’s a critic. Damn Cat!
Neither thing worked. So I had to resort to trickery. I had to appeal to what Scooter loves more than anything. I had to play dirty. You see, there’s rat poison up there and it smells like candy to animals and the last thing I need is for one of them to munch on it like it’s chocolate!
So I did the only thing I could do… I got my cell phone and scroll thru all the ringtones to find the right one. When I found it, I started up the steps “Scooter!! Touchdown!!” And hit play, Boomer Sooner rang out.
As I sat on the top step, I played it 2 more times and yelled every time. “Touchdown!!!”
In middle of the 3 time thru Boomer Sooner, he bumped my arm, “You stupid cat!”
I scooped him up and walked down stairs. Roy opened the door, with a big grin on his face, “Did you really catch him with that song?”
“Yep. He loves that song.”
And that’s not the last of the adventures with Scooter… He’s such a brat.