Although I'm usually a very quiet and reserved fellow, I like to flirt with danger every once in a while. I don't remember my first reckless deed, but it left me with a permanent reminder - a kink in my tail that I now carry with great pride. I settled in very quickly with the other two cats Jenny had at the time - Eslie and Felix. I'm quite honoured actually because I am Elsie's favourite - the only other cat that she allows anywhere near her. I guess its because I was such a cute little fellow when I arrived. Felix quickly took me under his wing, showing me the ropes and helping them settle in. In time, as the others arrived we found he was always a good uncle to the young cats.
I'm good friends with all the cats here now, but do enjoy time on my own and in particular sleeping in flower pots. I had a brush with death a few weeks ago and probably only have eight lives left. How was I supposed to know that the reason the grass tasted so sweet was that Jenny had just sprayed it with round up! It was delicious! Unfortunately it poisoned me! I'm not really a silly cat so as soon as I started feeling weird I raced into Jenny's bedroom, jumped on the bed and cried. I drooled and trembled (actually I was having fits but we didn't know that at the time) so I was raced off to the vet where I was sedated and placed on a drip. Snake bite and cane toads were ruled out and then Jenny remembered the dreaded weed killer (and potential cat killer). Who would have thought I'd end up poisoned by my very own Jenny. She was devastated to think she had done such a thing.
Well, as you can see, after a couple of nights at the vets I have totally recovered and made it home - just. You won't believe what she did She forgot about me! Can you believe that. She really is getting old and forgetful. I think some humans call it CRAFT disease (Can't Remember A F***ing Thing) - believe me, she has it. The day she was supposed to pick me up, she came into town for her hairdresser appointment. Two things she had to do - get her hair done and pick me up. She got the date wrong for the hairdresser (was only two weeks early), so she trots off to do some shopping and have lunch. She must have been having a wonderful time because she forgot to pick me up and I had to spend an extra night at the vets! I was not only upset but deeply offended that I could be so easily forgotten.
I'm not a cat to just lay back and take that sort of treatment. I spent my first two days back at home stuck to her like glue - didn't let her out of my sight. I reminded her what a loving and charming little bloke I am and that she'd better not forget me ever again. I'm pretty sure it worked!
No comments:
Post a Comment