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November 2022 at 15.07
So I go
into Ferretfingers's room for something and who should I find sitting, bold as
brass, on his pyjamas?
Jessie-cat from
No3 (I belive) the cat that isn't our cat.
It's bad enough she's smothered the succulents
in my window box and has to be regularly chased off the cat bowls in the
kitchen. It's got to the point where we can't leave the back door open without
she sneaks in.
I wonder
if her owners know.
I
actually had to pull the pyjamas out from under her to get her to move! She's far too grumpy and growly a cat to pick
up and throw out.
Mrs Quilt
She definitely has that warning look in her eye!
Bentonbag
To be fair she's probably wondering if I've got the mister in my hand.
I've had it set to a thin stream, which goes a
long way, and got her with it a few times when she's been bullying my boys in
the back garden.
It would help if the
man of the house stopped feeding her - she's got him trained.
The other day she actually mewed to be let in
our back door.
Madame Fifi
She's lovely.
Bentonbag
Madame Fifi: to look at!
Madame Fifi
You know what I'm like with kitties. She would win me over, same as the man of the
house.
Mrs Quilt
Madame Fifi: Look at her eyes! That's a warning if ever I saw one!
Bentonbag
Every time I sit down one or other of mine wants to sit on me.
When I lie down in bed trying to do the
crossword one of them is always on my chest (makes filling it in a pain) and
decides to try and sit on my shoulder so I can't see the paper anyway. The ginger git sleeps at the foot of the bed,
or between us nailing the duvet down, or on the side by my knees so I have to
clumber over him to get out for a wee. The
black&white one just wants to sleep on my head, or my face if I'd let him.
I end up lying in a question mark shape. No wonder I'm always knackered. And of course we can't shut the bedroom door
or they'd dig the carpet up on the landing.
Madame Fifi Bliss. My Oscar used to lie on my head in bed. He used to wash my hair, it was lovely but I'd
end up with a matted clump of saliva guncked hair. My ladies used to get under the duvet, one
under each armpit
Bess Cavalier
Next door's cat spent yesterday afternoon on our spare bed. As we no longer have our own cat it's not a
problem. She went home when Mrs Nextdoor
came home later in the afternoon.
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I am reliably informed that Jessie is a male, as in Jessie James.
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