Our nineteen year old cat seems to have gone a bit senile. we know she’s a bit blind and a bit deaf and more than a bit unsteady on her pins but now she thinks she’s a dog. Boofuls’ dog to be exact.
I don’t know if she’s been watching Mrs Woofy follow me round the house and likes the idea or if she really thinks she’s a dog but Boofuls can’t move without her trotting at his heels these days.
She even sits in front of him while he’s eating hoping for a little titbit, just like Mrs Woofy does when she’s here. You know how they do, trying to look nonchalant but secretly peeping sideways out of one eye looking for any sign of goodies coming their way.
Look, she’s even licking her lips.
Nonchalant my ars……er……eye.
Munki and me spent a delightful afternoon together yesterday with no sign of the tantrums or power games that have been going on for the last few weeks (hers, not mine).
We sang, finger painted, shared lunch and generally enjoyed being in each others company.
At one point she left her painting to ‘wash her hands’ that quaint euphemism for going for a wee. On her way to the bathroom (My God! That makes the place sound like a veritable mansion.) she spotted the cat, curled up in a corner and fast asleep.
She sneaked up to the cat and bent down next to her. That’s notable on it’s own as that’s something she’s have never got away with a few years ago. This cat has a built in childometer and can usually sense the imminent presence of a child at a distance of half a mile or more and make an appropriately quick exit, not to be seen again till the coast is clear. Friendly this cat is not.
Munki bent down next to the still slumbering cat and gently bent her head down to the level of cat’s head. I thought she was going to give her a gentle cuddle so I let her continue.
Oh no, Munki had other ideas. She shouted BOO! at the top of her voice and believe me, this kid’s LOUD.
The poor cat shot straight into the air. I almost had to detach her from the ceiling.
I tried my best to keep from laughing and wipe the smile off my face while I explained to Munki that that wasn’t funny and she really shouldn’t do that to the cat but it was hard.
I think the cat must have used up at least three more of her lives during that episode. No wonder she doesn’t like kids. Poor thing.
Gembolina and me went for a walk in the woods today with Mrs Woofy. As normal I was distracted along the way by the lovely sights that cried out to be photographed.
Since we had that bad storm last year which blew down dozens of trees the council have obviously commissioned someone to carve figures of woodland animals into the stumps. It’s a really nice idea and I enjoy seeing them as we walk but this one just makes me laugh. It look just like a badger with a bad back. I can just imagine it saying, “Ee, my lumbago’s giving me jip today.”
Then just round the corner we came across this very devilish uprooted tree.
Scared the bejaysus out of me, it did.
That badger’s reminded of of old Fred, Lancashire born and bred.
His wife died a few years back and he decided he wanted a nice headstone for her.
His instructions to the stonemason were very clear.
“I want ‘She were thine’ written o’ th ‘eadstone.”
After a couple of weeks the headstone was ready and Fred went for a look. He was most disconcerted to see that the headstone read. ‘She were thin’
“She were thin? Thin? Yer daft bugger. You’ve missed off an ‘E’.”
“Terribly sorry Sir, we’ll put it right for you.”
Fred went back the day after to see the corrected headstone.
This time it read:
‘Ee, she were thin.’