Saturday, 22 September 2012

Biscuit?

I have just been attacked in my own home, the culprit is large, male white and red haired and goes by the name of Garfield. Yes I have just been beaten up by a cat! How embarrassing is that? Mind you he does live up to his name. He choose it after all as he refused to answer to the name Mau that he was originally given.

To be honest Garfield is a silent entity. For the first few years we had him he barely uttered a meow. Now he is older he doesn't shut up, in fact since he was nursed through the unknown virus that hit him badly last year he does nothing but boss. This evening was the perfect example, I went to the bathroom to do my teeth and its a constant meow, he wouldn't shut up then the paws were put to use. Now imagine the picture person cleaning teeth cat taking pot shots whilst standing on the sink. It wasn't a pleasant sight and involved a tooth brush rammed into my jaw thanks to a very accurate punch. Now I had to stop and sort out the cat. But what did he want?

first of all it was ear scratch, fair enough and easily solved. Then it was full stroke, again easily rectified, then it was a proper cuddle. Tooth brush out of mouth I pick up the demanding moggy, who may I point out never wanted to be picked up till the last year and weighs as much as his namesake. Once cuddle was complete I quickly finished my teeth, but Garfield was off on once again. Now I am concerned as this is unusual so I give him a through once over for obvious injury etc, nothing and now he has got his claws out.

This riddle wasn't solved till I left the bath room and nearly stacked it over a couple of his partners in crime. Right by they food bowls, they all wanted biscuits. So I filled their bowls and hobbled out of the danger zone, leaving happy purring cats. That was 30 minutes ago and as I am typing this up with plasters on several parts of my hands I have just heard a repeat performance happen in the bath time. This time Garfield beat up mum for biscuits, guess autumn is upon us, the cats are hungry and demanding. I had better get to bed quickly before their work out my duvet is out and there is space under it. I don't mind them on the bed its when they dream about biscuits and chew my toes in their sleep.

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