This is Chester. He’s not happy we’re cleaning the office.
I guess I’m not either.
It’s school holidays and it’s natural that while parents are working grandparents take up the slack as childminders. The trick is keeping them amused, and away from computers or being planted in front of the TV.
Of course, knowing the level of fear the grandchildren can bring to the cat, he views their arrival with some apprehension, keeping his distance.
Based on previous experiences, he is assuming they will remain out of the office on the computer for one, and on the smartphone for the other, so he slinks down the passage and quickly runs into the office.
Is this going happen often, he asks.
They’re on holidays, it’s here or daycare, and I’d rather it be here.
Then they appear at the doorway. “OK. We’re here to clean the room. Where do we start?”
Chester’s cornered. He knows it. I know it, and worse still, they know it.
He disappears under the desk, safe for the moment, but it’s going to be a long morning.