Hello everyone! I'm Fozzie. My buddy Eddie and I came here from the RSPCA. We were best friends there and very pleased when Jenny adopted us both. We have Felix to thank for our fur-ever home.
I love it here and I love Jenny lots and lots, but I need to tell you that she has a devious side. I know I'm not supposed to, but I love getting up on the kitchen benches - there are so many interesting and tasty things up there. If she catches me I get put straight back on the ground. It's a bit rude really, because we all know that cats make the rules, and I rule that cats be allowed on benches! I wonder just how many times I have to get on the bench before she understands.
The reason I think she is devious is she actually booby trapped my "jump up" spot. That's the place where it is easiest to leap up onto the bench. She put this red and grey box thing, right where I jump from. At first I thought she'd finally got the message and decided to be helpful. You know, giving me a step up. More the fool am I for imagining any such thing!
I innocently jumped on the red and grey box and it let out an awful roar. Scared the living daylights out of me! It sounded like fighter planes getting ready for world war 3. I ran for my life and sought cover in the nearest hiding hole. But no sooner had I run, than it shut up. How strange I thought. Nervously I ventured back, I had to get on the bench because I hadn't yet checked the sink for the evening. As I got closer, it just sat there. It didn't move or make a sound. Oh well, I thought, I'm a brave little fellow, I'll have another go. What a mistake. No sooner did my paw touch the thing than it roared again! Once again - I fled, and it was silent.
I'm not one to give up easily. My evening bench and sink inspections are a ritual - whether she likes it or not. I had a couple more attempts with the same result and eventually, when I realised this thing was not going to give up - I did. I'm not stupid though and there is more than one way to skin a cat! Oops - did I just say that. Scratch that (haha). I have an alternate route to the sink, just a little more difficult, but hey, I'm always up for a challenge.
A few days later she moved the noisy red box. I don't think she likes it very much because I saw her dragging it around the house by its neck and it was making a horrific racket! I not sure if she killed it, but it roared until she let it go!
I was chatting to Molly Moo just this morning and she thought my story was quite funny and told me that she too had had an encounter with this thing. The difference being though, she had the last laugh. Apparently the thing was sleeping in Jenny's bedroom one night and Molly jumped off the chest of drawers and landed on it. It let out that horrific roar, but Molly must have hurt it because it didn't stop roaring as she ran away as fast as she could. She was laughing all the way out of the house because Jenny was practically hanging from the ceiling by her finger nails. Guess she's scared of it too!
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