While the dog’s away the cat will – smooch with any other dog he can find! Appalled to learn that Domino, the Irish Aunt’s cat, is spreading his love around, two-timing me twice with other dogs. I thought I was the love of his life and…there he is…cuddling into Chip and kissing Ajax!
They better watch out. I was there first, Domino is mine!
Chip gets cuddles
Mum says I’m a klutz. Whaddyou think?
Mum says she’s pleased it wasn’t her dog who knocked over the water bowl while we were having breakfast this morning. Nope, not me, one of the four opposite. I was a good boy, waited for my dish of complimentary biscuits then sat patiently for anything which ‘dropped’ off my mum’s plate – like halloumi or those lovely Biscoff which come with coffee. She ate ALL the avocado and mini hash browns herself. I thought that was mean, especially since it wasn’t me who knocked over their water bowl.
Not only do I get sat on and kneaded, now Domino (Irish Aunt’s puss) has started to offload his troubles on me.
There was no food in his bowl at 5am, the Sprog turfed him out when he sneaked in to wake her at 6am and, because a neighbouring cat was coming in through HIS window and spraying the house, he no longer has free access to outside. What a tale of woe.
Domino in full voice
Personally I think he has the life of Riley. Back yards to explore, an adoring family and ME, willing to have him sprawl over my tummy and paddle on my fur. I’m frit of cats and I daren’t push him off. He’s a big ‘un and I’ve no idea what he would do if I objected.
So I lie here calmly and listen…canine agony aunt, that’s me.
Irish Aunt says she’s getting me a treat – mmm, what could it be: pig’s ear, antler, those bacon strips? No, it’s a bag of tennis balls and I can have them in the house, ALL AT ONCE!
I’m not allowed balls in the house at home so this is an absolute dream. Which one shall I play with first or can I turn them into a game?
And how do I stop Domino taking possession? HELP!!
Imprisoned, imprisoned mind you, in the kitchen for what my mum said was to be a light, winter trim. Only to stop me looking like a shaggy sheep, not to expose me to winter WEATHER.
But I was moving around so much, she said, that it came out uneven and she had to take more off than she wanted. Left my chest, belly and feathers though. Didn’t even get a treat afterwards so I took to my bed in the huff.
Before the clippers got to work.
Celebrating my 11th birthday at the Irish Aunt’s. What surprises will she have in store for me? The beach, ice cream, gravy bones, a deer ear (that’s from a deer, not expensive)? Excited.
That photo of me as a tiny puppy – brought home in the cat basket, can you believe – was my first time in my forever home. I had a happy first summer destroying all the plants…