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When my hoomins are writing they work at the same table on separate laptop computers. At such times, I like to be as close to them as possible and being on the table is the closest I can be to them.Now, my hoomins well know that I find it more comfortable to lie on either my back or side than to sit. However, despite this, they often clutter up our table with things they say they need for work therefore making it impossible for me to lie down. For example, last night, when I jumped up, as usual carefully avoiding knocking any of their papers onto the floor, I found their printer occupying my favourite spot. Dear friends, I was not pleased. I was not pleased at all and I frowned hoping that my hoomins would realise what they had done to upset me. But, they ignored me. Oh, that made me cross. That made me very cross and as I tried in vain to make enough room for myself in the tiny space left for me between the printer and the back of Meowmie's computer, I became determined to teach my hoomins a lesson.
Having decided what I needed to do, I was aware that for my plan to be effective, I would need to get my timing right. So I sat in my cramped space pretending that all was well and waited until my hoomins were busy enough not to notice what I was doing until it was too late. Then, I went into action. Quickly I slid my front legs towards the piles of papers to the left of Meowmie's computer. Immediately they touched the edge of the piles and the papers started to move, I stretched out my neck and began to roll. As if by accident, the back of my head caught the edge of the papers and pushed them a little further towards the edge of the table. At the same time, my rotating body caused Meowmie's computer to move fractionally forward. Its movement caused Meowmie to look up. As she did so, I applied with my head a little more pressure to the piles of papers. Meowmie looked alarmed, cried "SYLVIE, NO" and lunged towards the piles. Too late...
Having seen their papers strewn across the floor and me stretched out on the table in the place where they used to be, beaming, perhaps, my hoomins will have learnt an important lesson. If not, next time, I may have either to push Meowmie's computer a little harder or turn my attention to something equally fragile like her mobile 'phone or messy like her half-finished can of coke.
Sylvia
Copyright © Sheenah Large
March 1, 2003
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