Uh oh

Scared now. The woman keeps stomping around. For some strange reason she just broke the wooden thing she sits on and last night she swore a lot at the whirry, glowing thing that I like to sit behind. I tried telling her not to worry at 5:24 this morning but that didn't seem to help.


Update: there's a pile of wood at the bottom of the stairs. Did she put it there for me? It would look good in my bower.