Bob the Wonder Cat has had a challenging few months with me preparing to sell my house. First there were the painters and being moved from room to room, then the bench top people making horrifying noises as they cut the stone bench tops to size and then more painting of the kitchen with doors moved around and in and out of the house in various stages of painting.He wasn't happy but he coped.
This was followed by inspections by potential buyers when he had to suffer the indignity of a harness and the stress of driving around in the car for an hour so people could trample around in his territory.
He was patient, he was tolerant but then there was the last straw.
Having sold the house and organising to move into a smaller place I decided to sell the additional cane lounge suite that wouldn't fit. When the buyer arrived Bob was curious as to what was happening and had to be shut out the front of the house so he didn't get in the way.
When the door was finally opened revealing a virtually empty room and the absence of his favourite chair that was a perfect suntrap in the afternoon, Bob looked at me as if to say 'What the....' before collapsing defeated on the floor. Sorry Bob!
