What a great weekend I had! It’s been so nice having my person that’s away at college home [and being back in her room!!]. Plus, I found the BEST new spot from which to make observations. LOUD Mom hates it, but I think she’ll adjust.
On Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in my new spot, making observations and taking notes, when I heard a loud scuffle and saw a flash of black and white dart past the crack in the closet door. Then I heard those unmistakable “thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk” pawsteps — and soon enough Ethel was in front of me.
Ethel asked if I’d seen Steve go past. I played dumb, of course. It’s a role I play well.
Dissatisfied, Ethel turned around and went back in the direction from whence she came. I took the opportunity to jump down and head toward Steve. I walked into the mud room and looked all around, but no Steve.
Then I spotted him:
Poor Steve. He’s not very stealthy. I made my way over to him and inquired as to why Ethel was on his tail. He said he made new friends and needs an outfit for some sort of “initiation.” He thought Ethel might have something in her vast costume collection that would work.
While he was digging through heaps of sequins and gold-lamé [not quite what he had in mind], Ethel rounded the corner and caught him going through her things. Let’s just say she was less than pleased.
As Steve explained the situation to me, we again heard Ethel’s “thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk!” Steve crouched down and asked me to hide him. So I batted down the hamper lid, jumped on top, and tried to look inconspicuous.
Ethel entered the mud room and began a methodical investigation. First she peeked behind the washer and dryer, then around the tub, and finally she paused in front of me at the hamper. I was nervous, but continued playing dumb. She again asked after Steve, and I replied that I was so busy chasing a gnat that I hadn’t paid any attention to where Steve might be.
It worked. Again. Rolling her eyes and emitting a string of adjectives for Steve that I shall not repeat, Ethel stomped out of the room to continue her search.
When I determined that she was out of sight, I jumped down to follow behind and gave Steve the all-clear. As I headed in Ethel’s direction, I saw those piercing green eyes peer around the desk. Ethel was looking into the mud room… and straight at us!
I darted behind the washing machine, but knew it was too late. Ethel had seen us.
Violet, with her AT-AT walk, positioned herself between the three of us in an attempt to keep the peace. While I appreciate her intention, I recognized that the old lady Violet was no match for an angry Ethel.
Given that Ethel, with her girth, cannot jump up more than a foot or two, Steve and I needed to retreat to higher ground. Now, we could have easily jumped on top of the cold, hard washer and dryer. But, in my quick assessment, I surmised that we might be in our safe spot for awhile: Ethel’s got a stubborn streak. And REALLY hates Steve. I mean really, really hates him. She’ll hold out until at least dinner time.
No, there was only one place that was safe AND cozy. I darted out from behind the washer and squealed to Steve to follow me. We jumped into the hamper as Ethel was lukewarm on our tails. Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk.
We might be stuck for awhile, but at least Steve and I are stuck together. Let’s just hope Ethel’s dinner time comes soon!