Good Morning

Renovation 29.06 (5)

Look, we have a new curtain, only unfortunately it might be permanent until the builders go back to where they came from. It hangs over our porch removing the little daylight that we  have  due to the shade of the scaffolding. Now I am really sharpening my claws and letting my corner teeth grow longer in the corners – is it full moon? Not only do we have to put up with the dirt and the noise, now they have stolen our remaining daylight. I do not know why, and I do not care, although it must have something to do with the repair work on the balcony above. I am keeping an eye open for No. 1 builder for an attack. Mr. Swiss tells me it is not the builders, but the balcony and roof people and I am not climbing up to the roof to find one. I will grab the first unsuspecting person wearing builders robes for an explanation.

I do not care if it is the King Builder himself, but it is annoying.  There are two days in the week, known as week-end, when we are builder free and life returns to almost normal and I do not want this thick red plastic curtain in front of my porch on Saturday and Sunday.

Otherwise I should concentrate on normal life which I believe still exists somewhere outside of where I live. The week-end shopping plan is made and they will let me out today to go shopping.

I had a rude awakening at 2.00 a.m. when I was deep in my beauty sleep. Two cats met outside the bedroom window: one growled and the other one screamed cutting through all decibels of noise. They seemed to be having a disagreement. We were both awake and our first through was our Tabby. However, we checked and found him sound asleep out on the porch on the other side of the appartment. He was safe and had no idea that two of his feline buddies were planning to kill each other. When cats fight they just go ahead and do not discuss it first of all. We opened the curtains but they were already gone and afterwards things more or less returned to normal, but my sleep was destroyed. There is nothing better than a healthy cat fight in the middle of the night.

I remembered my days in London, Many of us had cats and the slums were being cleared. Buildings were destroyed, but the stray cats remained and there were many. Most of them settled in an empty basement of a wood working factory just around the corner to where we lived. It was cat territory pure. London is not really cat country, but they survived with no problem, and reproduced to infinity.

It rained again in the night, but not so much. I noticed with pleasure yesterday that another flower was growing amongst the  building  objects outside. It might not be a tree in Brooklyn, but it is a hollyhock in our front yard next to the scaffolding fighting for its right to survive.

Hollyhock 28.06.2017

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