You
know that man you've got measuring the dining room for bookcases?
What
about him?
He
was making swears.
Oh
crap. Why was he making swears, Minerva?
I
dunno. I was helping him and everything.
Everything?
Really? What did this helping and 'everything' consist of, oh little
moggie of mine?
Erm,
well it wasn't easy because I am not fully trained yet ...
You
can say that again...
But
I chewed the end of his tape measure, sat everywhere he was doing
measures, went in and out of his legs a few times and bit his nose.
Helping. Yes.
Funnily
enough, he now says he's suddenly too busy to make bookshelves for
us, what do make of that, Minerva?
I
think someone who makes that many swears should not be around a young
and impressionable kitten. Have you thought about how attractive
books look piled on the floor? Also, they make excellent mazes for
small, bored cats. You're welcome.
***Sigh***