Doing Battle

During the recent hot spell, I've had to contend with one of the downfalls of this lovely home. Namely, that the vents upstairs aren't adequate to keep up with the oppressive heat. As a result, the lady and master of the house have put a window air conditioning unit in their room. And, since they are not ones to waste resources, they close the door to their bedroom whenever the device is on.

Therein lies the rub.

For an older fellow like me, it's not always easy to move with the same speed I once enjoyed. When I hear them approaching up the stairs in the evening, I am then forced to set off at a reckless (and graceless) trot to try to beat them to the door, and gain entrance before it is shut tight for the night.

This has rather hampered my schedule. If I end up locked in the room during the day I get to enjoy some cool, quiet solitude. However, I'm also unable to access the food and water bowl, and the litterbox. As a result, I do my best to vacate the premises in the morning. It is more important that I get the chance to sleep in there at night, since snuggling with the lady of the house has been my nightly habit since I was a tiny kitten.

For the past three nights, unfortunately, I was not fast enough up the stairs, and ended up sleeping in the hallway instead.

It's official - I'm now at war with the door. Fear now, though, gentle readers. I will be victorious, even if it takes every ounce of energy I have!

Valiantly,
Charles