The cat watched every single book

...slide into the bookcases as if she couldn't believe her eyes. It was a long day of rearranging, but it's done and the cat is now sleeping, leaving me to stare at the new arrangement. The new bookcases in the living room look lovely as does the one in the sun room. The same cannot be said for the ones in my office. These are the books that I stare at every day while I think, my eyes wandering across familiar spines until finally I become lost. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to lose myself tonight. The books look terribly uncomfortable next to their new neighbours and that makes me uncomfortable. I should've expected that, as it has happened before, but I thought the care I took in their arrangement would keep it from happening this time. I must say I had a lot of fun with the shelves of poetry books, arranging them as I would a dinner table, placing Tracy Hamon beside Jorie Graham, George Murray next to John Ashbery and Geoffrey Hill, John MacKenzie next to Seamus Heaney, Mark Truscott next to Fred Wah, and so on. I even put some reviewers next to people they've reviewed. I had a great time. Now I have to live with what I've done.