Hey! What are you guys doing? You're crawling all over my apartment building here in New York City, making noise, making dirt, making a complete nuisense of yourselves. Go away! Take your tools, and dirt and GO AWAY!
I heard one of them telling Herself, that it will get worst before it gets better. Huh???? Does that make sense to you. Why make it worse at all?
I know when I make a mess ... which NEVER happens, but let's just say it does, Herself doesn't say much ... just a "Mystical, what did you do?" kind of comment, but it isn't like this, day after day, noise after noise, strangers moving all around my running track, the hallway. What do I care if they are "redoing" the hallways. Us four-legged creatures that live on this floor, are perfectly happy with the way it looks (and smells). Everything will be different. I don't like change. I like consistency - whatever that means. To me, it means, everything just they way I left it.
Don't mess with something that works. Leave it alone. Oh, I don't know ... maybe it will be alright ... I'll let you know when the mess is all over with.
I'll be by the door, thinking about how silly humans are ... doing things they don't have to do ... because ... well, I don't know why!
