November 25th 2014 10:37 pm
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She was late home last night and Josie and I wanted to go out. So Josie asked, very politely, for my mum to hold the door open for her. My mum did do that and then Josie pushed her head out of the doorway and sniffed the air. She was considering the damp, the smells - what other cats have been around, was she better off indoors? Lots to think about.
"Get a move on. I have better things to do than stand here holding the door," said my mum. No she hasn't.
"I don't know why I do this. The whole point of a cat flap is that you can come in and out by yourselves," she added.
"No we can't" I said, firmly.
I got the cold look. "Before I went away I washed the kitchen floor. When I came back there were lots of muddy paw prints around your cat flap so at least one of you used it and used it lots."
Sighs. It's not like you see my mum having to push any doors with her head. It's just not dignified. So yes, in an emergency, we can open our own door but why would we? We need my mum to feel useful and be opening it for us.
Josie did go out, as did I, but not for long. The damp plays havoc with the fur. We were out just long enough to top up the mud on our paws to replace what my mum had cleaned up. More making her feel useful. We are the cats that keep on giving!
November 24th 2014 10:39 pm
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We had a lovely day with my mum yesterday. Then at one point she picked up a bag and said she was going next door as she had brought them a gift to say thank you for feeding us. Only they had gone out so we still have the bag.
"Did you bring us anything back?" I asked. Compensation for her absence is surely our due.
You could see the thoughts whirring and then a smile, "Yes, I did." She delved in her handbag and produced a bag of kitty treats. "One of my friends gave me these for you."
She has some good friends.
Then I as I was munching I noticed something. "Were you peckish on your journey back?"
For the bag had been opened and presumably some treats removed. I've never seen my mum eat kitty treays but there's always a first time.
"There's a cat at the venue called George. She lifts a paw for treats. It's so cute. I had to demonstrate several times."
"She does what?" I was really hoping I had misheard.
"She sits there and raises a pretty-please paw," said my mum.
We will never do that. We have our pride. We get given our treats and do not perform for them.
"I think I may have spoiled you two," commented my mum.
You cannot spoil a cat. Nothing is too good for us.
November 24th 2014 12:36 am
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On Friday out came Big Bag and my mum was gone. Our neighbours did come and feed us. When my mum came back yesterday evening she said that she had really missed us. well - if she doesn't want to miss us all she has to do is not to go away!
She gave us our supper and then said, "That's odd. I wonder why they left the biscuits like that." For instead of being closed the bag was wide open at the top.
I looked at her blankly. "Peoples do odd things. What can I say?"
Then she looked more closely. "Why are there paw prints up here?"
"Ah yes. It's coming back to me. We did self-service on the biscuits" I explained.
"You know the rules," said my mum crossly.
The rule is that we are not to be seen on the kitchen sides. Mum did not see us there. We had broken no rules. I thought the self-service thing was inspired. One less job for my mum if we help ourselves but the bag is now closed. Hopefully as loosely as last time so we can open it again when we need to.
Anyway my mum was only grumpy as she was tired. She went to bed and slept and slept and slept. Past breakfast time and past going to work time and on she slept. Finally she did wake up and is drinking ridiculous amounts of tea. And since she's been back every time she stands up she groans. I gather there was a LOT of line dancing at her weekend. We have no sympathy!
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