Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
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Bess the Teenager
by admin - 23:19 on 21 October 2010
I have a theory that all cats are teenagers. They sleep all day, make noise at night, are always hungry and never grateful. Observations this week do nothing but confirm that hypothesis.
For the last few days, while Dolphin James and his glamorous bride-to-be have enjoyed the bright lights of Kingussie, I've been responsible for ensuring that their two-and-three-quarter cats – Socks, Suki and Stumpy – don't starve in their absence.
Every morning and evening they're greeted me with polite squeaks, accepted their meals with gratitude and cleaned their plates without fuss. The contrast with our own yowly, picky puss is marked.
Yet the cat-sitters who occupy The Rural Retreat while Matchgirl and I are away report that Bess is always polite and helpful – just like Kevin the Teenager when he's with Perry's mum.
I suspect that when James and Gill came home today they were greeted – or ignored – by three sulky cats who refused their Whiskas before stomping off outside, grumbling that life is so unfair. Just like Bess, in fact.
She has had reason to sulk today: no-one likes to be swung upside down and prodded by Dr Death's partner, the vet with the worst bedside manner in Scotland, possibly the world, and have a needle stuck in them.
Annual vaccination time had arrived again. She was most eager to return to her carrier, I'm told. Poor puss.
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