Chopstick Cinema

Celeste Heiter's Adventures in Asian Food & Film

Domestic Disorder

It has taken three whole days for the remodeling crew to work their way around to my apartment and install my windows. Throughout the process, a steady parade of guys with glass cutters, hammers, electric drills, and pneumatic nail guns have been through my front door. They’re very polite, but oh so noisy!

And I’m not the only one affected. My poor cat Mochi, a 17-year-old tabby, doesn’t know whether to satisfy her curiosity or flee for her life. So she migrates from one room to the other, investigating the various tools and then hiding under the furniture. But she’s holding up pretty well, considering.