Company

The house has become noisy.

The person sitting on Helena's sofa is not Helena. Neither of them are.

...and...

I love cutting wires. This keeps Helena busy too as she likes to join them together again.

There are some wires which, when I cut them, Helena stops speaking. Its an interesting affect.

Helena?

I, on the other hand, have little time for Helena, or my sister for that matter. I'm too busy; checking out desk tops and drawers, sitting behind curtains, busying myself in the tube here. Well, it needs shredding and a proper bed needs to be made. Beds need to be made everywhere from whatever is available; the curtains, boxes, cushions. I've torn open a bag of wood chip and created a very comfortable bed at the back of the 'Rathaus'. I also like to dig the soil in the plant pot and spread it everywhere - give the place an earthiness. There's very little time for socialising and 'hanging out', but I do make a point of keeping a check on Helena and on my sister and I visit them every so often.

Helena

I love to be with Helena. When she sits down on the floor I climb all over her. She holds me up high and talks to me. She puts me on the floor and I follow her around. She places me in the 'Rathause' and I run out to her. We sit on the sofa together; I eat or wash and she types. Sometimes I chew her clothes, her cushions, her laptop. In the morning she places me on her bed and I reach out to her. She picks me up and puts me down. Up and down. I get cuddled. I run across her shoulders, I try to run around her neck, but she always pulls me away.

Readjusting

Well we've settled back into being back home again, though it has taken us a few days to acclimatise ourselves to the change of smells, space and sounds.

Our stay at Claudia and Paul's was most agreeable, we were allowed to run around all over the place and Paul made for a very engaging subject to interact with. It's very quiet here by comparison.

I'm sitting on the sofa at the moment, next to Helena. I'm just having a quick wash.

My sister is in the desk drawer again. There's a lot of rattling going on, can't imagine what she's up to. She's twice 'abducted' our wooden replicas from the desk top, but Helena's retrieved them each time. I wonder whether my sister's brooding. Think I'll just curl up and take a nap. It's lovely and snug here.

Ah, it appears some cables have been severed and a box has been shredded. Helena doesn't appear too put out.

Found out

I thought it would be fun to take the wooden rat to join my other acquisitions in the drawer of the desk.

98, 99, 100

I was sure Helena wouldn't find me here, hmm.