This evening, we finally got the spare room turned into an office. Over the last week, we've put up shelving, put in two filing cabinets, and finally got completely unpacked after our house move nine months ago. It looks pretty cool, and theoretically, I now know where everything is.

The final touch was to bring the table upstairs. We've been using it as a dining table for the last few months, and Ade dismantled it, brought it upstairs, and put it together again (remantled it?) whilst Izzi was terrorising the catnip plant outside.

When she came indoors, she went into the dining room, and wandered around for a while. She then ran upstairs and started to yowl at me. I followed her downstairs, to see what was wrong. Stupid me couldn't figure out what she was trying to tell me as she led me into the dining room, so we both gave up trying to communicate, and went our separate ways.

About half an hour later, she came back into the bedroom (where I was reading) and was very excited. She led me into the new office, and looked at the table, yowled away, looked at me intently, and ran downstairs into the dining room again, where she yowled again and stared at me with her "I know you're stupid, but this is ridiculous' face on.

AHA, the light dawned, and I picked her up and took her to Adrian. I said "Ade, if you're wondering where the dining room table is, Izzi has just found it in the new office." Ade told her that she was a very good girl, and she's now immensely pleased with herself. Isn't she clever?

Copyright © Jeanette Greaves
June 25, 2001