It all started when my great-uncle, the infamous Timekeeper, decided to retire. He left behind a 12-page printout of his meticulously crafted schedule for his 17 cats.
I, the unfortunate heir, was tasked with digitizing the schedule and making it more... "user-friendly". Little did I know, the original was a masterpiece of complexity and elegance. My changes were met with disdain from the felines.
As the days passed, the cats grew more and more disenchanted with my attempts to "improve" the schedule. They would often be seen scratching at my ankles, meowing in protest, and generally being as unpleasant as possible.
I tried to reason with them, explaining that my changes were for their own good, but they were unconvinced. It was as if they were plotting something, and I had a feeling it would end badly.
A Timeline of Events:
As I write this, I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to keep this up. The cats are getting restless, and I fear for my safety.
Will the original schedule be restored? Only time will tell. But for now, it's on to the next chapter...
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