Days in the life of my cat – a series by my husband C. Jay about Prince George.
Second CAT TUESDAY
The grey cloud descended early in the morning and rain threatened. The temperature fell to 16 degrees and the brave but wimpy moggy took one look at the long uncut damp grass outside and fled inside to hide. It was a valiant attempt, but nothing could disguise the large mound under the doona in the study. And there he remained…..all day.
Fearful of a sleep interrupted evening, the intrepid owner dared to awaken the sleeping moggy who groggily emerged from his hiding place, soft and sleepy and full of purrs. Unfortunately this did not last long. After voraciously devouring his dinner the unspent energy of the day emerged and it was up to the owner to provide entertainment, or bunts and nips were to be expected.
Eventually the tired owner retired to the TV lounge but a disgruntled moggy continued to hassle him. He walked over him, sat on the arm of the couch and proceeded to bunt. Scrummages were not enough. Eventually, frustrated by the owners lack of understanding, the moggy resorted to bites. The owner retaliated with firm words and a nose flick, which were received with looks of utter disdain. When the owner grabbed a bankalet for his knees the moggy knew that the owner had finally got the message, and as soon as the warm covering descended onto his knees the moggy took up his rightful place.
When the owner retired he left the moggy wrapped in the bankalet, but this was not warm enough for the heat loving moggy, who, at 3am, silently crept into the owner’s bedroom and crawled under the doona, curling up against the owner’s belly.