Living Under the Rules

Cats, as a rule, do not live under rules. It's just not in our nature to obey someone's command. But I was informed yesterday morning that I now have to obey a rule. The Washburn Room and the kitchen are off-limits to me. Not being allowed in the kitchen is just an inconvenience. I use it as a pass-thru to Nancy's room, or I might duck in there to escape some miniature humans. Oh, I'd stay and have a bite to eat if someone offered me some tasty treat, but on the whole, it doesn't hold much interest for me. The Washburn Room, on the other hand, is one of my favorite places. There are big pieces of furniture to hide behind or under and there is my closet, nice and dark, with all those nice wide shelves to curl up on. That big counter on wheels is fun to hide behind, too! But now, all that is just fond memories. Oh, well, I guess I can adapt to these restricitions. I won't like them but I'll live with them. I think I'll get comfortable on this desk chair and dream of my past adventures in those forbidden place. Oh, well...