We were out for such a long time this morning – breakfast in our favourite café (bits of sausage for me) then food shopping (tuna and sardines, hope I get a sample) for Marley. When I got a whiff that we were homeward bound I decided to take the lead. I’m very good at this and know the way. We were back in no time at all.
Starting to sit more in the summerhouse but it was a brief sojourn today. A bit chilly, even in there. My mum could have closed the door but Marley was firmly on her knee and she doesn’t like to move him. That’s fine until she her knee seizes up and she can’t feel her toes! Cleo stayed outside, miaowing loudly. But when does she ever do anything else? Haven’t a clue what she wants most of the time.
I make my needs very clear – a helpless look means ‘feed me’, spinning around trying to catch my tails says it’s time for a run, retreating to the tiled hallway indicates I’m hot and my head on my mum’s knee tells her I want cuddles. Couldn’t be plainer – and she calls me thick!
We go for a lovely muddy Boxing Day walk, I get home and my bed is occupied. No room at the inn – now where have I heard that story before?
Absolutely no shame.
Snuggling up to my mum last night then realised what was on her knee – Marley Cat! I thought I was a safe distance but then I felt a sensation on my shoulder. He touched me!
Look at the fear in my eyes. Too close for comfort!
Woe, woe and thrice woe! That cheeky Marley has not given up possession of my bed, MY bed. Not happy having it all to himself for the weekend, he’s still in residence now I’m home. I had a brief nap in it after the beach but I went to see what my mum was doing in the kitchen (making bread, marzipanning a Christmas cake, no snacks for dogs…) and when I come back – there he is, IN MY BED.
My mum does not see the seriousness of it and stands there taking photos and sniggering instead of helping me take back ownership. Says I’m bigger than him and could either shift him or get in beside. Cuddle up with Marley? Me? I’m frit!
Suspicious goings-on back home while I’m at bootcamp this weekend. I hear that Marley has taken over my bed, claiming possession is nine-tenths of the paw! Mum has warned him I’ll be back tomorrow and will be most upset if I’m homeless.
So, get out of my bed, Marley Cat! You have the free run of house; are allowed on chairs, sofas and human beds so shift your silvery butt!
Shocked my mum just now by turning back on our walk. Ran for the ball a couple of times in the park but it’s so grey, wet and miserable even I didn’t want to be out in it. Says she’s never seen me do that before.
Now I’m tucked up nice and warm in my bed wearing my SurfDog* robe, a clean towel under me and the radiator full blast.
Marley, however, has been in-out, in-out all morning and actually caught a mouse before 9am! He’s soaking wet and won’t be dried.
Expect he’ll inveigle himself onto my mum’s knee to dry off; she hates that, the cold wet paws and tummy.
I’m a good boy, love being towelled and adore getting toasty in my tailored Aussie robe.