So much for enjoying the peace and quiet. Enough is enough. As much as I scowled and complained in the past about the humans that frequented this place, I now am bored out of my practically petrified skull. No music, no spilled drinks, no laughter….no people trying to pet me. Nada!
To combat the silence, I have engaged in some audible endeavors…tickling the ivories…shaking tins….running my claws around the rims of glasses. No need to fear being exposed. No one would know if a glass broke from the shrill decibels. Musically, I could evolve into a maestro …but there’s no one to applaud. And, even I hear nothing when I shake the tins. I think ice is required …but the ice machine is turned off except occasionally when the tall male enters, starts it, and fills a cooler up and leaves.
So, a silent cheer to the New Year without the party. Let the vaccines flow instead of champagne and let this world start healing. I need some company. Grrrr!« Back to Listing