cats, eh?
usually there are 8 folk living in my house but at the moment most are away. This means I am the sole focal point of the cat's clinginess and insecurity.
all day when it's cold and raining and I want a furry orange boy to snuggle with while im reading, he is nowhere to be found.
he mooches about and yowls and gets in the way when im trying to cook or do anything productive.
THEN just as i go to bed - no matter how late i stay up, or early i go to bed to try and trick him - he brings me a mouse present. he deposits his mangled prize on the most important piece of paper, letter or work he can find and yowls until i come to congratulate him. By the time i put on the light and open my room door his self-congratulory singing has changed to one of remorse, a death requiem, he bends over the mouse begging its forgiveness and lamenting operatically - "what will these hands never be clean, oh CURSE my hunter instincts!!"
and doesnt calm down til I clean up the mousie and reassure him.
I don't eat mice and I have no need of these pathetic mangled gifts. but he doesn't understand.
every fuckin night!
(at least he's given up on rabbits. they were too big to get through the catflap)
all day when it's cold and raining and I want a furry orange boy to snuggle with while im reading, he is nowhere to be found.
he mooches about and yowls and gets in the way when im trying to cook or do anything productive.
THEN just as i go to bed - no matter how late i stay up, or early i go to bed to try and trick him - he brings me a mouse present. he deposits his mangled prize on the most important piece of paper, letter or work he can find and yowls until i come to congratulate him. By the time i put on the light and open my room door his self-congratulory singing has changed to one of remorse, a death requiem, he bends over the mouse begging its forgiveness and lamenting operatically - "what will these hands never be clean, oh CURSE my hunter instincts!!"
and doesnt calm down til I clean up the mousie and reassure him.
I don't eat mice and I have no need of these pathetic mangled gifts. but he doesn't understand.
every fuckin night!
(at least he's given up on rabbits. they were too big to get through the catflap)