Here is how the pets reacted to the roofers getting started at 6:00 this morning:
Monk: looking at them while he was peeing outside, then occasionally noticing the banging. Currently (nonchalantly) napping on the couch. His depression over Jut’s absence (he’s at a conference) makes it hard for him to care about anything.
Cab: barking/growling while he was outside, refusing to pee because he was excited to see people! on! the! roof! When a guy approached to ask about a power source, Cab squirmed/lunged/dragged me toward him and licked his arms and wiggled gleefully while getting pets. Inside, he is listening to every sound, sometimes running upstairs to give a short little woof, and is frequently looking at my face to see if I am HEARING IT TOO. PEOPLE ON THE ROOF, PEOPLE ON THE ROOF. THEY COULD PET HIM. HE COULD LICK THEM. His head might explode soon. No longer reproachful about Jut’s absence, because PEOPLE ARE ON THE ROOF. His brain can only do one thing at a time.
Coltrane: unimpressed, perhaps has not even noticed the banging. Currently half asleep on the back of the couch while licking her tail. Has ignored me the entire time Jut has been gone. Hates me.
Jelly Roll: alternating between fighting the desire to stare out the window, wide-eyed, and the need to nap 22 hours of the day. Obviously a major internal conflict going on there. They might both lose, however, to his favorite activity of pestering me for a second breakfast. Also: he misses Jut, and spent Sunday evening looking for him. Pathetically, he slept against the front door all night.
Do you want to guess what color shingles we’re getting?
Love,
black sheeped
