April 16th 2014 10:30 pm
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Every week she takes her freshest, cleanest clothes and she piles them up in a bed for Josie. Not only that but she smooths them all down so they are comfy and gently warms them through.
To be fair to that cat Josie is suitably appreciative and nestles herself down quickly and purrs.
They were doing this last night and my mum said, "Josie! My ironing! Every time!"
And Josie smiled sleepily and snuggled herself a but more snuggily and luckily mum knows the importance of never waking a sleeping cat.
This morning there is nothing sleepy about Josie; she has gone crazy and is playing tag. She hasn't noticed that I'm helping mum with my diary and Josie is looking like a loon running around playing tag all by herself.
April 15th 2014 10:38 pm
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I woke up in the night and looked up. Ah! There was my mum, peacefully sleeping in her own bed, where she belongs. I had missed her when she was away and felt all happy to see her. I jumped across and looked down at her and thought how much I love her.
I reached across and gave her a gentle stroke on the cheek like she strokes me. It felt good so I did it again only with a tad of claw action so she would really know I was there.
She did. I got some strokes back. Every now and then she would think I had enough and bury her face in the pillow but I was good for more affection and luckily have paws that wiggle under pillows to find the face I want to touch.
Then I thought I would try what Josie does and perch on my mum while she slept. I can recommend sleeping on people. She's all warm and she breathes very nicely so you get gently rocked to sleep. For once none of us were quite ready when the clock went.
It looks like being another glorious sunny day though so worth waking up for so we can find sunbeams and do more sleepings.
April 14th 2014 10:35 pm
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If anyone wonders which is the superior cat of me and Josie I don't think they have to wonder too hard. From my compact build to my excellent hunting skills I beat Josie in pretty much everything. There is just one area where I cannot compete - the barf.
Frequency, volume, inconvenient location - she gets all that so right.
Last night, for example, was brilliant. Over the arm of the sofa onto the magazine rack, plenty to spoil there! What made it particularly fine was that she gave a few warning retches, impeccably timed to give mum enough time to run over but not enough time to move anything so all mum could do was watch helplessly as papers and magazines received the barf.
Josie, I salute you!!
(Mum didn't but to be fair to Josie most things got thrown out so mum can't have wanted them that much anyway.)
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