My upstairs neighbors are not particularly light of foot. I’ve seen both of them and neither of them weigh 300 pounds, but it sounds as if they do. Last night they were babysitting a small child, so there were three people running, crashing, and dropping things. I’ve learned to tune out the running, crashing, and dropping that starts every morning at 6:30, but Toby was bothered by the sounds last night, too.
I had to think of the Grinch wanting to steal Christmas from the Whos because they make noise. I’d do it to the Stompys if I could.
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Who girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They’d rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Toby has given me a couple of angry looks that seemed to say : “STOP TEH BAD NOISES! EHn!”
Toby looks around nervously, as if people might appear at any minute, and sometimes the crashes make him jump. He’s a lot less nervous than he was, though.
What does Toby cat do?