I woke up alone this morning. M is away. Except I wasn't alone. Monty the cat is sleeping on my head "prrr prrr prrr". I stroke him and am rewarded by a vicious bite from a LION. "Eff off, you bastard!". "No breakfast for you".
Downstairs, the litter tray is a sodden mess (it was dry last night) with a turd and a missed effort by the skirting board. "Why the hell cant you go outside like proper cats?" moan, mutter, swear, rant. After cleaning that up, I retire to my room for a snooze, only to find that Monty (he was there, it was him) had found sufficient food to chuck up on my pillow. Change the bedding.
Sometimes, I dont appreciate cats. He wont stay still long enough for me to chuck up on him.
4 comments:
And you wonder why I prefer dogs ...
Completely and utterly with you on all of the above. When I am a farmer I shall have dogs that eat cats.
I have 4 litter trays for my cat and he still pisses on my slippers!
If only they'd stay outside! And Jane: why not put your slippers in one of the litter trays?
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