Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Tales of the Kitty.

OK, so I'm house-sitting for my folks at the moment. Which also involves feeding and watering Sushi.

I got Sushi as a kitten from the SPCA, many, many years ago. When I went on my "O.E" at the late old age of 28, I offloaded her onto my parents (I refer to her as their 'grandchild' ;-)

She is now one fat old mama cat.

I'd forgotten how demanding cats are. I let her sleep inside with me on Monday night as it was so horrible outside... which meant that I had to push her out of the room at around 4 when she decided that an early breakfast was in order. I then got up again at around 6 in order to lock her in the back porch as she was meowing at the bedroom door. When I got up at 7 she was around at the front door, wet and annoyed, so I then had to keep her away from me when I got out of the shower as she wanted to rub her cold, wet fur up against my warm, dry legs.

Then to *my* breakfast. I'd forgotten that I'd trained her as a skilled hunter when she was a kitten. I put down my bowl of muesli for a split second and like a flash she was up onto the table to see what it was/if she'd like some.... seesh!

Visitors to Ma and Pa are always bemused by the fact that she will climb up onto a spare seat at the dining table, and (if you give her a chance) try to claw food off your plate or even off your fork.

I guess she isn't going to win any of those battles, but I'd put her up against anyone's cat in the cunning stakes.

Nice pussy.

Mine uses me as some sort of vault to leap up and off the bed to wake me in the morning. If only I could kick her outside. Little minx!
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