Anyway, the aching old one removed my perch some time ago before we got these deep chill days because the windows here suck, to be blunt. He put plastic over the windows, and my perch was in the way of making a good, tight seal, so down it came.
I'm not too happy about it, and often can be found sitting on the floor beneath the window staring up at where the perch usually is.
Not long before he did this cruel thing to me I was having no part of their wait-until-we-put-the-blinds-up directive, and decided I wanted to get up on the perch whether the blinds were up or not.
Well, for the time being I guess I'll have to get used to not having my perch, and I seem to be able to find any available sun puddle there may be (once they open the damn blinds, that is). I'm hopeful that this chilly weather we've been having is done (mom and dad moved down here to "get away from this sh*t", I've grown tired of hearing them say) for good. I just want my damn perch back. Is that too much to ask?
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