Catastrophe

Like most folks, we’ve been mostly home for weeks now. We do have cats and dogs out here at the homestead. The dogs are mostly outside, and in general seem pleased to have more humans home more of the time. The cats, who are always inside seem unphased.

Or so I thought.

As I have mentioned before, the house is big and designed to be subdivided, so the cats have a lot of space - they don’t have to be around people if they don’t want to be. What’s more, the nature of our family prior to the pandemic is such that someone was home the overwhelming majority of the time, so it’s not like they have ever been accustomed to just having the place to themselves. It really seemed like all of this was no big change.

And then, just a couple of days ago, I came around the corner and saw this:

I can only assume this is the result of one or both of our feline compatriots finally reaching the boiling point and popping his or her respective top. I imagine the shrieking meow version of "I am so sick of the people! Why must they be here all the time?!?"

This is both understandable, but also unacceptable. While one might well get upset, smashing and tossing about of things is simply not an appropriate way to manage one’s emotions.

So, of course what I did was to leave the mess there as an object lesson to the furry friend who made it. When he or she is ready to acknowledge their error I expect they will pick it up.

I’m sure that will happen any day now...