He wished for the umpteenth time that he had never moved
into this neighbourhood but he was too old and tired to move again. Instead he
resigned himself to another ruined rest and, easing his aching limbs slowly
into movement he made his way to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There wasn’t
much to choose from. There was a fresh pot of peanut butter but he couldn’t get
the lid off. He stuck to bread and sipped at the lukewarm cup of tea that Lucy
had abandoned before rushing off to school.
The day stretched out in front of him bereft of suitable
entertainment. He missed Lucy when she was at school, despite the fact that
oftentimes she made more noise than a whole street of neighbours put together.
Speaking of which, perhaps he would pop next door and share
his displeasure at this morning’s rude awakening – even if they ignored his
noise protests he could at least have a nosey around at what was going on,
there wasn’t much else to keep an old boy amused around here.
He let himself out of the back door and took a furtive look
over their fence. Half of their kitchen appeared to be missing. A gangly youth
in overalls carrying a plank of wood smiled at him and saluted. Trevor glared
back rather pleased at the attention but certainly not about to show it. The
youth wandered over, clearly in a more sociable mood than Trevor. His goofy
smile didn’t shift even when Trevor started to complain in some detail about
the importance of sleep patterns for the elderly and how much he disliked the
noise of out of tune radios mixed with irregular hammer beats.
The youth reached over and tickled Trevor behind the ears.
It immediately shut the old moggy up turning his indignant meows into a
soothing purr. Maybe these neighbours weren’t so bad after all… at least until
the next time they woke him up!
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So cute. >^..^<
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