THE STORY OF THE TABLE

This is our table.  Mine Mommy was like really really fond of this table, we shared it every day.  She told me it was over one hundred years old.  That's more than me-and-her put together!  It was mahogany, all tongue and groove and pegs, no nails, can you imagine.  And it had lived in 4 different states with her, so it had done lots of traveling. 

I liked to lay under it.  I liked to lay on top of it.  We ate meals there (well, only me on very special occasions).  Mine Mommy did lots of worky-work stuff there.  And most importantly I did all my computer work and everyday blog posts there! 

So, like about a month ago, our table got a hurty, it got broked down near the bottom and since we are "small living" with not too many tools, even though she tried very hard to fix it, it was not to be.  We were sad.  But our story doesn't end there.

This old table is actually a game table, it folds in half.  So with the magic of wood glue, mine Mommy got it put together at the bottom and braced good enough, then folded it in half and put it carefully in a corner with a little antique lamp on it, and I promised with paws together never to jump upon it ~ knowing how fragile it was. I did pose once for this little photo of our half-table in its new home!

 

What now, no place to eat, no place work ... I am always purrpared, so I did post on my blog for some days as I always have many pictures ready ahead of time. You see there is still one more part of the story to tell, Chapter Two, if you'll indulge me awhile longer. 

Chapter Two.  Losing a table isn't really a big deal when it comes to life's everyday trials and troubles, we know that.  For close to a year, mine Mommy has had a less-than-good knee, and about this same time it turned into a very very bad knee.  I keep trying to steer clear of that cane she's hobbling around with while she (we both!) wait/wait to see the orthopedic!  The worst part, two parts: she's stolen my polka dot chair like 100% of the time so she can keep that knee up in the air, and she gets a little crabby lots of the time, too.  Sorry, Mommy, kitties tell the truth.  She yelled at me, "June, we can't do our blog, or pictures on the laptop.  Don't have a lap when one leg is high up and one leg way down, my lap is all off kilter. It took forever just to do this post explaining why you're not here posting, sigh."  

Off kilter? Purrsonally speaking, I've always suspected she was off kilter in most ways ...

Pawing on.  She did search our computer for a new table.  It had to be wood, like real wood.  And the right kind and color of wood, the right size, small, square-ish, sort of, to fit our small space, and of course: not cost to much.  We're small living as mentioned, with small wallets!  She did find one, but OMC, like everything else today: it's DYI, put it together yourself, oh dear.  And so it arrived, thankfully Mr.FedEx agreed to bring it up to the 16th floor (bravo!).  It took bad-knee-mommy 2-days to unbox it though, spread out the bazillion pieces and parts, give it her best shot at assembly: ha, ha, not to be.

And there it stayed.  For two weeks.  Other parts and pieces, out of sight, here/there, stacked up.  Sort of out of the way so as not to be trip hazards.  Me, it was fun to play hop-scotch in here.  Or mine Mommy would put toys in the squares and I'd bat them in-and-out. All the while she was searching for someone to come assemble it for us ... sitting there in my polka dot chair, one leg up, one leg down, being Miss Crabby A.. 

Life will be normal again.  I know it.  She knows it.  Even that table knows it will soon stand upright and tall!  I'll get my polka dot chair back.  Mine Mommy can sit there and together we can do Zoolatry blog posts.  She'll see the ortho and maybe he'll fix her broked-knee, will wood glue work I wonder?  

Meanwhile, don't plan to see me posting, or even visiting and commenting until we take care of these few things.  Sorry.  I'm just staying clear of that cane as she mostly watches the news and uses bad language at that one with the "red tie" and the "man in black with the chain saw" ... actually, thinking about this: chances of life being normal again any time soon aren't very realistic at all, I'm afraid.

Life will go on ... someday ... when my new table gets pawed together.