My daughter Rose and I recently attended a two week meditation retreat and left Prince George with my husband Chris who is unused to having to attend to his needs and keep him entertained. During this time, Chris wrote the Cat Dairies and emailed them to us each day. This one he wrote from George’s POV. Of course, I’m the computer lady, and Rose is kissy girl.
It was Sunday morning so I thought I’d let him sleep in a bit. Maybe he would give me better food. But 8am is late enough and obviously not too early because he gave me some decent tucker. But he just doesn’t seem to understand what it is I want, despite my clear and might I say affectionate communication. In fact, just this afternoon, I had to climb right up onto the back of the couch and bunt his head to get his attention off that noisy screen in my bedroom. It was only then that he got out that green duck on the end of that piece of string. I used to like that toy but I’m a bit bored with it now. However, I did get into it eventually.
The highlight of the day was the friend who came to visit. He was playing hide and seek in the herb garden and when I came near he would curl himself up in a ball and pretend I wasn’t there. I tried to tap him on the back to tell him he was it, and it was time to chase me, but he’s got very sharp hard bits all over his back that hurt my paw. Then he took off and I would have followed but that silly bit of rope was all tangled. Fortunately the cat servant came and freed me, which seemed to take forever. He insists on picking me up and going in all sorts of funny directions when I just wanted to follow my friend. I struggled like crazy to get free but when I was finally released, my companion was going under the big blue flower bush and I couldn’t follow because of that silly string. I sat there for a long time waiting for him to return but he didn’t. I hope he comes back tomorrow.
Was hoping for a walk at the end of the day but it was drizzling and grey so fled inside and polished off the steak. Much better than that horrid chicken neck.
He’s promised me a surprise tomorrow so I shall sleep in quiet expectation. Maybe the kissy girl and the computer lady will come home?
This weekly Cute Cat Column is written by Prince George, my Burmese cat. If you enjoyed his story and you’d like to read more Cat Columns, sign up to receive blog posts by email – eyes right for the sign up box. Prince George appears in my Diamond Peak Series as Twitchet, and in my Prunella Smith series as Merlin.