12-11-2023, 03:11 PM
That bloody cat. I was in the kitchen earier when she not very subtley enquired about her dinner & I informed Madame Le Cat that it was only a bit after 3 & her dinner wasn't due for another hour or so & would she perhaps like to go outside again for a while. I opened the door & out she went.
And almost immediately began the most stunning impression of a starving orphaned kitten lost in a blizzard I've ever been priviliged to hear. Directly outside the back door. At full volume.
I decided ignoring her was the best course so started doing a few veg for dinner, hoping she'd get fed up & beetle off for a walk. But no. She continued for a full 15 minutes while the poor overworked human (that'd be moi) was getting slightly stressed & finished with doing veg so decicded on emptying kitchen bin to take out.
Ah, but no. Bugger. There was this slight problem with the back door & I was definitely not walking around the front way because of a cat.
She was still carrying on with the pitiful meowing, & had added a tiny, even more pitiful squeak at the end of each giving the impression that said orphaned kitten lost in a snowstorm was becoming weaker by the minute.
Move over, Sarah Bernhardt!
So at that point I gave up & fed Madame Le Cat. She did eat her dinner politely enough, despite it being at an earlier hour than she's accustomed to. But if I thought that was the end of that, I was sadluy disllisioned when I went back to what I'd been doing – there was Madame Le Dog, having overheard it all, & enquiring after her own dinner. Bugger.
At which point, I gave up again & fed her early, too.
I think its safe to say that Madame Le Cat hasn't just settled in; she's running the place....
And almost immediately began the most stunning impression of a starving orphaned kitten lost in a blizzard I've ever been priviliged to hear. Directly outside the back door. At full volume.
I decided ignoring her was the best course so started doing a few veg for dinner, hoping she'd get fed up & beetle off for a walk. But no. She continued for a full 15 minutes while the poor overworked human (that'd be moi) was getting slightly stressed & finished with doing veg so decicded on emptying kitchen bin to take out.
Ah, but no. Bugger. There was this slight problem with the back door & I was definitely not walking around the front way because of a cat.
She was still carrying on with the pitiful meowing, & had added a tiny, even more pitiful squeak at the end of each giving the impression that said orphaned kitten lost in a snowstorm was becoming weaker by the minute.
Move over, Sarah Bernhardt!
So at that point I gave up & fed Madame Le Cat. She did eat her dinner politely enough, despite it being at an earlier hour than she's accustomed to. But if I thought that was the end of that, I was sadluy disllisioned when I went back to what I'd been doing – there was Madame Le Dog, having overheard it all, & enquiring after her own dinner. Bugger.
At which point, I gave up again & fed her early, too.
I think its safe to say that Madame Le Cat hasn't just settled in; she's running the place....
in order to be old & wise, you must first be young & stupid. (I'm still working on that.)