A new tactic in the eternal war

My momentary hope this morning that there was no poo on the kitchen floor was dashed in great style. The cats had for the first time hidden a bumper sized helping by artfully draping a dish towel over it.

Bastards.

An eternal truth

There is never just one heap of vomit.

Name and shame

Mits writes:
I am Mitsouko. I am a disgusting cat, with unpleasant personal habits. I scoot.

I hereby concede that leaving skid marks on the kitchen floor is bad. Leaving skid marks on the cream carpet is worse. Leaving skid marks on GSE's sheet, next to her pillow, is absolutely unacceptable. I am truly sorry*.

However, if you think for a second that I am going to stop doing this, you are very much mistaken.

* that you are so annoyed with me about this.

GSE writes: Ain't that the truth.

Can cats read?

This books says yes.

Which is perhaps why it is available for £0.01 great British pounds.

I'm not altogether convinced that Mits and Rosa can read but there were moments that I was deeply uncertain that Edgar (sadly now deadgar) was quite as dim as she made out.

1) Her preferred seat was directly behind me on the back of the sofa so she could look over my shoulder when I was reading.

2) I left a copy of How Clean is Your House open at a page which stated that cats were nasty, dirty creatures. When I next looked, she had vomited neatly onto the book.

A message to other feline readers

Rosa writes:
I have just discovered that if you place your toy ferret just next to the front door, it acts like a door stop and you can prevent your housekeeper from opening the front door and getting back into the flat.

It's a useful tip. Pass it on.