'what's new pussy cat?'
Dear Cats,
You know I love you dearly but I think today you are abusing this; I am not amused. It's a very good thing I love you because otherwise I would be currently looking at how much postage would be to pack you off to a country where it just so happens that cat's tail is a delicacy.
I got in at gone 4am last night and at least one of you know this because you were sitting in the front room giving me looks along the lines of 'what time do you call this?'. [With respect to that - please note you are not my mother]. So yes, in at 4am; sleep probably by 4.30am.
I hope you can not see how I am not in any way amused by a very loud, quite long, cat fight and scratching (of each other and my door) outside my room at just gone 8am. The only reason I have come downstairs is that I knew my only hope of getting some peace was to feed you. And the fact that you know this and use it against me is the reason I'm having to resist the temptation to throttle you at this present moment.
In summary: just because I am now downstairs curled up in a sleeping bag does not mean I want to play with you - I am here to keep you out of the way of a very tired, slightly poorly Gemma, who I suspect would be even more grumpy than me if she does not get some rest.
Scathing looks,
'Aunty' Becs
You know I love you dearly but I think today you are abusing this; I am not amused. It's a very good thing I love you because otherwise I would be currently looking at how much postage would be to pack you off to a country where it just so happens that cat's tail is a delicacy.
I got in at gone 4am last night and at least one of you know this because you were sitting in the front room giving me looks along the lines of 'what time do you call this?'. [With respect to that - please note you are not my mother]. So yes, in at 4am; sleep probably by 4.30am.
I hope you can not see how I am not in any way amused by a very loud, quite long, cat fight and scratching (of each other and my door) outside my room at just gone 8am. The only reason I have come downstairs is that I knew my only hope of getting some peace was to feed you. And the fact that you know this and use it against me is the reason I'm having to resist the temptation to throttle you at this present moment.
In summary: just because I am now downstairs curled up in a sleeping bag does not mean I want to play with you - I am here to keep you out of the way of a very tired, slightly poorly Gemma, who I suspect would be even more grumpy than me if she does not get some rest.
Scathing looks,
'Aunty' Becs