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
Attack Of The Killer Kittens
by admin - 16:44 on 23 December 2012
Being six feet six tall can be a problem for the co-carer of energetic moggies hungry for breakfast – they take advantage.
Morning regularly begins with a hefty black cat and two complaining kittens stomping over my and Matchgirl's bodies until we're awake enough to fill their bowls. They'll go away if we ignore them, to scuffle and complain on the landing and bedroom floor, but not for long. Soon they're back to try again.
If neither of us gives in, that's when Pandora takes her civil disobedience to the next level.
The opportunity arises because at least one of my feet usually overhangs the end of our bed, allowing her to tickle my soles and pat my toes as a gentle reminder that famished felines need urgent attention. If that doesn't work, the claws come out.
The choice then is an uncomfortable curl, to get up and feed the monsters, or to wait and see if Matchgirl surrenders first, which fortunately she often does. However, that's not an option when she's away on Shetland and I've been left as provider for The Pride.
I don't know what Matchgirl's bought me for Christmas; maybe I should have asked her for galoshes.
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